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■^ew  ¥otih,  37  IJtnion  ^quatje,  B«oadwag : 
PHILIP  PHILLIPS. 

CINCINNATI,  CHICAGO,  AND  ST.  LOUIS  ; 
HITCHCOCK  & WALDEBT. 


PHHFACE 


In  revising  ‘^Hallowed  Songs/’  it  will  be  seen  that  I have 
dropped  all  duplicated  tunes  (68  in  number),  and  placed  in 
their  stead  new  and  popular  tunes^  and  have  also  adopted  a 
shape  and  size  most  durable  and  convenient  for  use,  thereby 
making  the  Revised  Edition  a neat  little  Hymn  and  Tune 
Book  for  the  Sanctuary^  Prayer- Meetings  and  Sabbath  School, 
New  churches,  which  are  constantly  being  established 
throughout  our  great  country,  will  find  in  this  work  a fine 
variety  of  choice  Hymns  and  Tunes,  suited  to  all  occasions 
in  religious  worship,  at  a very  small  expense, 

PHILIP  PHILLIPS. 


Revised  Edition,  entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  m the  year  1870, 

By  PHILIP  PHILLIPS, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  United  States  for  the  Southern  District 
of  New  York, 


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PE.AGTIGAL  SUGGESTIOFS. 


Singing  in  the  Prayer-meeting. 

After  the  opening  exercises  (which  usually  consist  of  Singing,  Reading  the  Scriptures, 
and  Prayer),  let  the  singing  assume  more  of  an  impromptu  style,  but  of  a deeply  spiritual 
and  prayerful  character.  Let  the  verse  or  Hyrtin  be  wisely  adapted  to  whatever  phase  of 
Christian  experience  seems  to  pervade  the  meeting  at  the  time,  and  promptly  sung  zn- 
stantly  at  the  close  of  the  prayer  or  remarks. 

Be  sure  never  to  sing,  unless  you  have  something  apropos,  or  feel  that  the  singing  w'ill 
bless  some  heart. 

Should  the  meeting  be  dull,  sing  more  frequently,  but  not  too  many  verses,  and  never 
so  often  as  to  give  the  meeting  more  of  a singing  than  a prayerful  aspect. 

Every  Prayer  Room  should  be  well  supplied  with  books— “ Hallowed  Songs”  of  the 
most  spiritual  and  reviving  character. 

Good  spiritual  singing,  from  the  heart,  will  render  a Prayer  Meeting  attractive^  inter'- 
esting^  and  above  all,  profitable. 

Singing  in  the  Sanctuary. 

The  first  requisite  is  to  provide  books  from  which  all  the  people  may  be  able  to  sing 
intelligently.  There  should  be  at  least  one  book  for  every  two  worshipers. 

Hold  stated  Singing  Meetings  for  the  purpose  of  rehearsing  the  Hymns  and  Tunes  for 
the  coming  Sabbath,  ai  id  for  general  improvement  in  Singing. 

Urge  all  the  people  to  attend  these  meetings,  and  let  the  music  be  under  the  direction 
of  the  chorister. 

By  adhering  to  the  alcove  simple  suggestions,  Congregational  Singing  can  be  success- 
fully introduced. 


Singing  in  the  Sahhath  School. 

After  a selection  is  made  and  order  observed,  let  the  Superintendent  or  Chorister 
announce  some  song,  having  direct  reference  to  the  lesson  of  the  day,  or  circumstances  of 
the  occasion. 

Then  lay  every  thing  else  aside,  and  let  all  present  engage  heartily  in  singing  the  hymn. 

Never  sing  in  Sunday  School  for  amusement  merely,  but  let  the  songs  of  praise  and 
salvation  be  not  only  instructive,  but  also  full  of  Gospel.  Use  more  of  the  substaii^tial 
and  Standard  Hymns  and  Tunes,  such  as  are  used  in  churches,  and  sing  them  from  the 
heart,  with  promptness  and  lively  animation. 

The  right  song,  szmg  with  the  right  spirit,  at  the  right  time,  will  have  the  right  effect, 

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lASSIFIED  INDEX, 


GIVINQ  THE  FIRST  LINES  OP  A FEW  PROMINENT  HYMNS  UNDER 
EACH  OP  THE  FOLLOWING  SUBJECTS: 


Opening  and  Closing. 


PAGE 


A charge  to  keep 272 

And  are  we  yet  284 

Bless  us  to-night 22 

Bright  home  of 154 

Come,  thou  fount 27 

Come,  let  us  join 234 

From  every  stormy  wind 248 

la  mercy,  Lord 224 

Lord,  dismiss  us 49 

My  days  are  gliding 72 


Out  on  an  ocean 

Oh,  for  a closer  walk  

Prayer  is  the  soul’s 

Prayer  is  appointed 

Responsive  Scripture 

Shall  we  gather  at 

When  shall  we 

Where  do  you  journey 

What  various  hindrances 


PAGE 
, 69 

..  235 
..  233 
..  ^ 
..  312 
. . 108 
..  66 
..  121 
..  244 


Am  I a soldier  of 

Did  Christ  o’er 

Prom  every  stormy. . 

How  pleased  and 

Lon^  my  spirit 

Lord^,  in  the  morning 
My  faith  looks  up. 


Faith  and  Prayer. 


228 

278 

248 

301 

140 

225 

23 


My  soul  he  on 

Oh,  for  a faith 

Oh,  fora  heart 

Oh,  how  happy  are  they 

Oh,  for  a glance 

Softly  on  the  breath 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 


287 

220 

221 

302 

265 

182 

25 


Exhortation  and  Revivals. 


Alas  I and  did . 14 

Come,  come  to  Jesus 9 

Come,  humble  sinner 214 

Come,  ye  sinners 35 

Hasten,  sinner,  to 28S 

Oh,  that  my  load  of.  251 


Say,  sinner,  hath  a voice 242 

Show  pity.  Lord . 250 

Stay,  thoii  insulted 267 

There  is  a fountain 10 

To-day  the  Saviour 187 

Why  not  to-night 8 


(Classified  Index. 


6 


Huinilit7  and  Guidance. 


PAQB 


Consecration  hymn . . 56 

Dear  comrade 192 

Go  and  tell  Jesus 196 

God  has  said 162 

Guide  me,  O thou  74 

He  leadeth  me 178 


PAGE 


Holy  Spirit,  faithful  guide 7 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 29 

Saviour,  like  a shepherd 28 

Sun  of  my  so^l  269 

Silently  the  Shades 289 

Withmeaoide 20 


Mission  and 


Disciples  of  Jesus  116 

From  Greenland’s  icy 51 

From  all  that  dwell 237 

Soon  may  the  last  glad 255 


Temperance. 


The  morning  light  62 

Weep  for  the  fallen 146 

What  are  you  going  to  do 168 

W or  king  for  the  128 


Christmas  and  Thanksgiving. 


All  hail  the  power 
Before  Jehovah's  awful 
Bless,  O my  soul,  the. . , 

Come,  Jet  us  tune 

Christ,  the  Lord,  is 


908 

240 

238 

238 

2941 


Hark,  what  means  . . . 
Here  freedom  spreads. . 
Hark,  the  herald  angels 

Jesus  shall  reign  

Majestic  sweetness  . . . . 


40 

265 

294 

241 

211 


Anniversary  and  Eejoicing. 


Blest  he  the  tie 

Blest  are  the  sons 

God  bless  our  native 

How  beautious  are . . 

1 now  have  found  abiding. 


284 

286 

299 

280 

12 


Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul. 

My  country,  ’tis  of 

Soldiers,  of  Christ 

Welcome,  sweet  day — 


291 

298 

280 

282 


Jesns’  Cross 

A crown  of  glory 170 

Beautiful  cross . 42 

Go  and  tell  Jesus 196 

Hark,  the  gospel 156 

In  the  cross  of  Ch?i8t» . . . , I'l 

1 will  sing  for  110 


and  Crown. 


Ihear  the  Saviour  say 296 

Jesus.  I my  cross 39 

Jesus  is  mine  • 45 

Must  Jesus  hear, 218 

Sweetest  note  in 297 

When  I survey  the  261 


Bible  and  Heaven 


Blessed  Bible,  how — 158 

I’m  but  a stranger 61 

I will  sing  you 114 

I am  waiting  by  the. 21 

My  latest  sun 174 

No  sorrow  there 54 


On  the  cross  where  Christ 104 

There  is  an  hour  58 

There  is  a Vand  of 229 

There’s  a light  in 176 

Think  of  a home  over  there.  202 

Who  are  these. . , , . 68 


6 


(Classified  Index. 


All  hail  the 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet. . . 
Battling  for  the  Lord. . . 
Congregational  Chorus 
Come.  Brethren,  don’t,. 


God,  Praise  and  Duty. 


PAGE 
, 208 
..  30 
160 
. 98 

..  76 


God  is  the  refuge . . . 

Jesus  shall  reign 

Majestic  sweetness. 
Work,  for  the  night, 


PAGE 

..  239 
..  241 
..  211 
..  120 


Infant  Class  and  Solos. 


I gave  my  life  for  thee 

I’m  trying  to  climb 

I’m  working  for  the. . . 

I’m  kneeling  at. 

Jesus  loves  me . ...... 

Jesus  the  water 


Affliction  and  Death. 


SOS 

124 

128 

136 

46 

138 


Jesus  is  here 206 

Let  me  go 112 

Mary  Magdalene 57 

O happy  day 79 

Pilgrim’s  Mission 310 

We  are  out  on 194 


Asleep  in  Jesus  262 

Come,  ye  disconsolate 33 

Did  Christ  o’er 278 

Earth’s  stormy  night 99 

Just  as  lam 32 

Jesus,  let  thy 36 


Entirely  New 


All  to  Christ  I owe 296 

Bright  Home 154 

Christ  at  the  Wheel 62 

Christian  Union 41 

Cleansing  Fountain 10 

Cling  to  the  mighty  One 118 

Consecration  Hymn 56 

Dalston 301 

De  Fleury 60 

Eltham  82 

Evening  Shadows  . . 148 

Greenville  49 

I’m  kneeling  at  the  Door 136 

Joyfully,  joyfully 172 

Loved  ones  gone  before 44 

Lovest  thou  ine 290 

Lyons 63 

More  like  Jesus 97 

Mount  Vernon 67 


Oh,  for  the  death 276 

Oh,  why  should  gloomy 215 

Though  trouble  assail. 63 

With  me  abide 20 

Why  should  our  tears 232 

When  we  pass  through 83 


Very  Old  Tunes. 


No  sorrow  there 54 

Old  Hundred 240 

Outside  the  Gate 130 

Pilgrim’s  Blission 310 

Resolution ......  214 

Rest  for  the  weary 166 

Safe  within  the  vail 80 

That  blessed  Name 306 

That  will  be  joyful 164 

Tne  Convert 302 

The  Further  Shore 83 

The  old,  old  Story 141 

The  sweetest  Name 297 

Why  not  to-night 8 

Who’s  like  Jesus 96 

Will  you  go..  86 

With  me  abide 20 

Woodland 58 

Working  for  the  Master 128 


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2 Ever  present,  truest  friend, 

Ever  near,  thine  aid  to  lend, 

Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear. 

When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 
Hearts  grow  faint  and  hopes  give  o’er ; 
Whisper  softly,  wanderer,  come ! 
Follow  me,  I’ll  guide  thee  home. 


3 When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  and  prayer, 
Wondering  if  our  names  are  there; 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood. 
Pleading  naught  but  Jesus’  blood; 
Whisper  softly,  wanderer,  come  I 
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2 To-morrow’s  sun  may  never  rise 

To  bless  thy  long-deluded  sight ; 

This  is  the  time ! oh,  then  be  wise  ! 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved — Why  not  to-night  ? 

3 The  world  has  nothing  left  to  give — 

It  has  no  new,  no  pure  delight; 

Oh,  try  the  life  which  Christians  live  ! 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved — Why  not  to-night  ? 


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4  Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still, 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite  ? 
Eenounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will, 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved — Why  not  to-night  ? 

6 Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 

Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite ; 

Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun  I 

Thou  wouldst  be  saved — Why  not  to  night  ? 


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No.  3. 

2 Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  ransom  thee, 
O Slave ! eternally ; 
Come,  come  to  J esus ! 

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He  waits  to  lighten  thee, 
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Come,  come  to  Jesus  1 

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He  waits  to  give  to  thee, 


O Blind ! a vision  free ; 
Come,  come  to  Jesus! 

5 Come,  come  to  J esus ! 

He  waits  to  shelter  thee, 
O Weary  ! blessedly; 
Come,  come  to  J esus  ! 

6 Come,  come  to  Jesus  ! 

He  waits  to  carry  thee, 

O Lamb  ! so  lovingly ; 
Come,  come  to  J esus ! 


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No.  4. 

2 The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day ; 

And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he. 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3 E’er  since  by  faith  I saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 


Eedeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shall  be  till  I die. 

4 Then  in  a nobler,  sweeter  song 
I’ll  sing  thy  power  to  save, 

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ETEENAL  LIFE. 


So  lo— Evangelist. 


Philip  Phillips. 


Wouldst  thou  be  saved  ? no  time  to  lose ; A-rise,  and  run  the  heavenly  road ; 


Wouldst  thou  be  blest  ? then,  pilgrim,  haste  To  leave  destruction’s  dread  abod 


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Pilgrim. 

Oh,  tell  me  how  I oh,  tell  me  where ! 

The  way  I long  have  sought  to  know ; 
But  fear  the  guilt  and  sin  I bear 
Will  sink  me  in  the  depths  of  woe.  Cho. 

Evangelist. 

God’s  word  will  guide  thee ; dost  thou  see 
A li^t  from  yonder  distant  hill  ? 

On,  Pilgrim,  on ! it  shines  for  thee, 
With  steady  course  pursue  it  still.  Cho. 


Pilgrim. 

God’s  word  shall  guide  me ; yes,  I see 
A light  from  yonder  distant  hill ; 

Oh,  tell  me,  does  it  shine  for  me  ? 

Hail,  glorious  light ! I will,  I will  1 Cho. 

Pilgrim. 

Farewell,  a long  farewell  to  those 
Who  seek  to  stay  me  as  I fly ; 

My  ears  against  their  call  I close. 

Life,  life,  eternal  life  I my  cry.  Cho. 


’Note.— 'This  song  may  he  sung  as  a Duet  between  the  Teachers  and  the  School; 
or  when  rendered  as  Solos  {in  dialogue),  the  Chorus  should  be  sung  f rom  another 
room,  or  gallery  out  of  sight,  as  an  echo. 


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ABIDING  BEST. 

Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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“ / write  unto  you^  little  children^  because  your  sins  are  forgiven  you 
for  his  name''s  sake.^^ 


2  He  whispers  me — “ I’m  wholly  thine, 
And  thou  art  mine  forever  ; 
Henceforth  all  fear  and  doubt  resign, 
Confiding  in  my  favor ; 

Thy  every  want  shall  find  supply 
From  my  exhaustless  treasure  ; 

I’ll  fill  thy  spirit  with  my  joy, 

The  pledge  of  endless  pleasure.” 


3  From  Jesus  and  his  love,  who  now, 

By  terrors  to  divide  me, 

My  great  and  many  sins  would  show  1 
His  wounds  from  vengeance  hide  me : 
My  sins  are  great — I’ll  not  despair, 
Though  conscience,  too,  arraigns  me, 
Hor  doubt  my  Saviour’s  v^atchful  care — 
His  arms  of  love  sustain  me. 


4  I thank  thee,  God’s  beloved  Son, 

Thy  boundless  grace  adoring, 

Which  brought  thee  from  thy  glorious  throne. 
Our  peace  with  God  restoring; 

Oh,  make  my  heart  a shrine,  where  peace 
Shall  keep  her  constant  dwelling ! 

Where  grateful  praise  shall  never  cease. 
Abroad  thy  glories  telling. 


Jitallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


13 


THE  EIVER  OF  LIFE. 


__1  ^ 

Philip 

_| 

Phillips. 

1.  Oh  I 

M=-’- 

there  is  a ri^ 

-S m — S— 

7er  whose  fr 

esh  waters  f 

— g-gi- 

low  O’er  eai 

Ip 

^ w g 

1 ^ 

'th’s  broadest 

r^-^r 

"r"  ^ «'■ 


-j — N-, 

K ^-r 

vT  i-i  ^ 

IS 1 1 ^ ^ ^ ^ 

P g— g=| 

i — w- 

-a- 

sur-face,  a cure  ft 

r ^ ^ 

)r  all  woe ; Its  streams  are  all  healing,  there’s 

- j-  rf; 

p « T~ 

Z5vT  I 

— “p — ■ 

i js pi 

j 1 

P - p 

1 1 ^ 

L'  r> 

4^  ^ r 

4 ^ 

rT*’ 

life  in  each 

iwave,  Oh,  i 

?•  J' 

;ry  it,  and  j 

P 

r 

3rove  it,  ’tis  : 

S' 

mighty  to  £ 

1 In  t 

jave. 

r*  • rr- 

>-T-  - 

No.  7.  “ A nd  he  showed  me  a fmre  river  of  water  of  life^  clear  as  a crystal^ 

proceeding  out  of  the  thro^ie  of  God  and  of  the  Lamb'' 

2 Oh,  drink  of  this  river,  its  full  crystal  flood 
Refreshes  and  lightens  of  sin’s  weary  load ; 

Its  ripples  ne’er  mix  with  the  billows  of  strife, 

This  is  the  “ Pure  River  of  Water  of  Life.” 

3 This  beautiful  river  our  boast  well  may  be, 

’Tis  fresh,  overflowing,  and  better,  ’tis  free ; 

The  sin-sick  rejoice  in  this  “ peace-speaking  ” tide, 

This  river  is  Jesus,  the  “once  crucified.” 


14 


Ijtallowed  ®ong$^  Bevi$ed. 


ALAS!  AND  LID  MY  SAVIOUR  BLEED? 


-S-- N- 


S.  J.  Vail. 

Fine. 


Pa=fsq 


:=1= 


;§£:i=^: 





1.  A-  las  ! and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
D.  c.  Yes,  Je  - sus  died  for  all  mankind,  Bless  God,  sal-va-tion ’s  free. 

— ~g— 


Ho.  8. 

2. 

\Yas  it  for  crimes  that  I had  done, 
He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  ! grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree. — Gho. 

3. 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide. 
And  shut  his  glories  in, 

When  Christ,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 
For  man,  the  creature’s  sin. — Cho. 


4. 

Thus  might  I hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears.-(7Ao 

5. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne’er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I owe : 

Here,  Lord,  I give  myself  away, 

’Tis  all  that  I can  do. — Cho, 


fallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


15 


EVEN  ME. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbubt. 


■J— J- 


j=d=F:^=:J=d==]= 


, j Lord,  I hear  of  show’rs  of  blessings,  Thou  art  scatt’ring  full  and  free  ; 
* ( ShowVs  the  thirsty  land  refreshing,  Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 


-r 


m 


-pzi?^ 


E - ven  me,  E - ven  me,  Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 


No.  9. 


2 Pass  me  not,  O God,  my  Father, 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be ; 
Thou  mightst  leave  me,  but  the  rather. 
Let  thy  mercy  fall  on  me — Even  me. 


8 Pass  me  not,  O gracious  Saviour, 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee  : 

Fain  I’m  longing  for  thy  favor : 

Whilst  thou  ’rt  calling,  call  for  me — Even  me. 

4 Pass  me  not,  0 mighty  Spirit, 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  : 

Witnesses  of  Jesus’  merit, 

Speak  the  word  of  power  to  me. 

6 Love  of  God,  so  pure  and  changeless ; 

Blood  of  Christ,  so  rich  and  free ; 

Grace  of  God,  so  rich  and  boundless, 

Magnify  it  all  in  me — Even  mei^ 

6 Pass  me  not,  thy  lost  one  bringing ; 

Bind  my  heart,  O Lord,  to  thee  ; 

Whilst  the  streams  of  life  are  springing. 

Blessing  others,  oh,  bless  me — Even  me. 


16 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


JESUS  PAID  IT  ALL. 


^ 1 N 1 n N-. 1 I N __l  *1 


1.  Naught  of  mer-it  or  of  price,  Re-maius  to  jus-tice  due  • 


_] N — 

_K_j 

J . i 

g^=i=s 

Je  - sus  di 
pi— .1^=^— N 

^ U 0 — tpi ^ * — ^ — i— u 

led,  and  paid  it  all,— Yes,  all  the  debt  I owe. 

ES' 

|II  ^ P 

Chorus, 


EjgEgjESEE 


A'> 


Je  - BUS  paid  it  all All  the  debt  I owe, 

^ • A ^ . A ^ w 


=&Z=!?— 


Je  -suspaid  it,  paid  it  all, 


E?=?Ei^EQ=3^=lEg; 


1 ^-d— O- 


Je-sus  died  and  paid  it  all,  Yes,  alt  the  debt  I owe. 
— g- « m -m-  .-EE. 

zzzzzitaiifa— jazz:^^ : 


ITo.  10. 


- 2 When  he  from  his  lofty  throne, 
Stoop’d  down  to  do  and  die, 
Every  thing  was  fully  done ; 

“ ’Tis  finished  !”  was  his  cry. 
Jesus  paid  it  all,  <fec. 


3 Weary  not,  O toiling  one, 
Whate’er  thy  conflict  be, 

Work  for  bim  with  cheerful  heart, 
"Who  suffered  all  for  thee. 

Jesus  paid  it  all,  <fec. 


Ijlallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


19 


OH,  HOW  I LOVE  JESUS.* 


'TIJ'Wn'R 


j 1 j ^ — 1^'  ^1 — llll 1 

P * ^ — aj^-  ^ ^ 

Oh,  bow  I love 

! Je  - sus.  Be  - cause  he  first  love 

d mel 



V . 

§ 

^rr— : i 

r ‘ ^ ^ 

Oh,  how  I love 

t£j=^=t= 

Je  - sus,  Be  - cause  he  first  love< 

C 1 k-r-l KT- 

-,.^|  — ^ ^ — |g ^ — 

d me ! 

No.  13. 

2 How  can  I forget  thee, 

How  can  I forget  thee 
How  can  I forget  thee, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

* May  he  swng  after  any  hymn^  where  thought  proper. 


20 


i^allowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


WITH  ME  ABIDE. 


Arr.  by  Phillips. 


I^-b ! ^-r — n— — — \~rni\ 

fail,  and  comforts  flee,  Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  i 

a - bide  with  me. 

r 

i ^ Q I® — p - . - L _| — 1?.  p .1 

No,  14.  Abide  with  tis  ; for  it  is  towards  evenings  and  the  day  is  far  spent ^ 

2 Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life’s  little  day ; 

Earth’s  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass  away; 

Change  and  decay  in  all  around  I see, 

O thou  who  changest  not — abide  with  me. 

3 Tliou  on  my  head  in  early  youth  didst  smile, 

And,  though  rebellious  and  perverse  meanwhile, 

Thou  hast  not  left  me  oft  as  I left  thee ; 

On  to  the  close,  O Lord,  abide  with  me. 

4 I need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour, 

What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempter’s  power; 

Who  like  thyself  my  guide  and  stay  can  be, 

Through  clouds  and  sunshine — oh,  abide  with  me. 

. 5 Hold  on  thy  cross  before  my  closing  eyes ; 

Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point  me  to  the  skies ; 
Heaven’s  morning  breaks,  and  ea^tli’s  vain  shadows  flee, 

In  life  and  death,  0 Lord,  abide  with  me. 


jjjallowed  ^ongs,  Bevieed. 


21 


WAITING  BY  THE  EIVEB. 


Dr.  Thos.  Hastings. 


—i 

_ J , J . 

-1 ! . 

A 

- 1 ^ ^ *1 

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1.  I am  ’ 

wait-ing  1 

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uv  - er,  And  my  heart  has  waited  long ; 

V >>  <9  • 

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0 

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1 ‘ — I — r — “ 

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W =i  . 

^ 9 2 

^-zgrT-i 

- 0 k! e 

• 

L22  #_  J a 

Now  I think  I hear  the  cho-rus  Of  the 

an- gels’  welcome  song; 

£i~Ez 

S?  » H H F=  R 

«_ 

1 

ipzzii^iiz^zzi^z: 
IZ , [ 1 

31  ^ ^ 

L| 1 1 

^ i 5) — «!zd 

Oh,  I see  the  dawn  is 
^ — p^zz:^B'-pg-v-Jz=S— ?- 

breaking  On  the  1 

=g=^=it 

lill  - tops  of  the 

— 1 ' — 

blest, 

^-ir^_.EZiE=±z:Ezd 

— 'r  t- 

:E^t~ t»— !?zj 

r t — ' 

E: : 

z|=p:j3ii;z:^^zz:i^EE 


-1 !- 


z-^3=?ES£E 


“ Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  And  the  weary  be  at  rest.’ 


'!szizrJimz  ^zzzii^ 


~;=5=^= 


-1 — i — t- 


-r 


m.  15. 


‘ There  shall  he  no  more  deathT 


2. 

Far  away  beyond  the  shadows 
Of  this  weary  vale  of  tears, 

There  the  tide  of  bliss  is  sweeping 
Thro’  the  bright  and  changeless  years ; 
Oh  I I long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 

“ Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest.” 


8. 

They  are  launching  on  the  river, 

From  the  calm  and  quiet  shore, 

And  they  soon  will  bear  my  spirit 
Where  the  weary  sigh  no  more ; 

For  the  tide  is  swiftly  dowing. 

And  I long  to  greet  the  blest, 

“ Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest.” 


22 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  J^evised. 


BLESS  US  TO-NIGHT. 


--<sj m— 

_ '1 

•-  -j 

f- 

_-i 

r-  r 

• -1 

r- 

^ ^ ■ 1 - 

^ p 

J — j :sj_ : 

W S 8 — g zg  : .-g  Ig  Ig 
with  thy  might.  For  all  thy 

^ -Zt :_tz ^tz tzz: 

^zzzzezz 
care  this 

f£— 

g ; :_g — g — Jj  : 
day,  Our  grateful 

._L— p . p-  p p _ pz  , 

■■■  *'  -I — i— — r r--^ — ^ 

thanks  we  pay,  And  to  our  Fa  - ther  pray,  Bless  us  to-night! 


zb^: 


No.  16.  “ He  will  bless  them  that  fear  the  Lord.^' 

2 Jesus,  Emmanuel, 

Come  in  thy  love  to  dwell  . 

In  hearts  contrite ; 

For  many  sins  we  grieve, 

But  we  thy  grace  receive. 

And  in  thy  word  believe, — 
Bless  us  to-night. 

3 Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  dove. 

Shed  forth  thy  light ; 

Heal  every  sinner’s  smart, 

Still  every  throbbing  heart, 

And  thine  own  peace  impart, — 
Bless  us  to-night. 


3^aUowed  $ottgs,  H^euised. 


23 


NEW  HAVEN.  6s  & 4s. 


Dr.  Thos.  Hastings. 


Sav-iour  di  - vine  I Now  hear  me  while  I pray,  Take  all  my 
J I _ -(2.  . -I*.  -f2.  ^ 


zi==: 


No.  17.  Have  faith  in  God." 

2 May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart ; 

My  zeal  inspire : 

As  thou  hast  died  for  me 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be— 
A living  fire. 

3 While  life’s  dark  maze  I tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide ; 

Bid  darkness  turn  to  day  ; 

Wipe  sorrow’s  tears  away, 

Nor  let  me  ever  stray 
From  thee  aside. 


24 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


— ?_ 

rH-Hn 

r— 1 

— n 

— ! 1~ 

1 

..... 

1 ^ ^ -wT  U*'  ^ i iu'  i r 

Can  I leave  you— Can  I leave  you,  Far  in  hea-then  lands  to  dwell  ? 

^ J ^ 

tz  in  ^ tn  ^ cn  ^ 

i ^ r r 

“t  r 

^ r 

— rr- 

LU  ^ 

Come  over  into  Macedonia^  and  held>  usy 


No.  18. 

5 Yes,  I hasten  from  you  gladly, 
From  the  scenes  I lov’d  so  well — 
Far  away,  ye  billows,  bear  me  ; 
Lovely  native  land,  farewell ! 

Pleased  I leave  thee, 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 


3 In  the  desert  let  me  labor  ; 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died— the  blessed  Saviour— 
To  redeem  a world  from  hell! 
Let  me  hasten, 

Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 


4 Bear  me  on,  thou  restless  ocean ; 

Let  the  winds  my  canvass  swell — 
Heaves  my  heart  with  warm  emotion. 
While  I go  far  hence  to  dwell. 

Glad  I bid  thee, 

Native  land,  Farewell  1 farewell  1 


i^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


25 


SWEET  HOUE  OP  PEAYEE. 


_K_^_ 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury  * 


-E=«=zt||— gii^=^l_E 


:g-a^- 

- u» 

1.  Sweet  hour  of  prayer ! sweet  hour  of  prayer  I That  calls  me  from  a 
D.  c.  Aud  oft  escaped  the  tempter’s  snare  By  thy  re  - turn,  sweet 

.0.  J&.  - 


gr=r- 


!Eg 


rpiz 

=t^=4== 


1- 


=:zi=z15z 


-g— 5— Sr 


ziznziz 


of  care.  And  bids  me  at  my  Fa-ther’s  throne  Make 
of  prayer ; And  oft  es  - caped  the  tempt-er’s  snare  By 

j^.  -m-  -(fi- 

^z=(aiz=:;agzzf 

. - ...  :tszzz{z=zzts=t 

_^_i„t ^ j . 


p— “ tx 1 tx-C 


Fine. 


-S=:g= 


I 


4- 


all 

thy 


my  wants  and  v/ish  - es  known : In  sea  - sons  of  dis  - 

re  - turn,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

zS=z=r^z 


-r 


;=Ez:z=t^: 


F.  a 


— izz 


tress  and  grief,  My  soul  has  oft  - en  found  re  - lief; 


1 — — I tx— ^1 »* — ^r 

No.  19.  “ Evenhtg^  mornings  and  noon  will  I pray. 


2.11:  Sweet  hour  of  prayer  I :il 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear 
To  him,  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 

And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face. 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I’ll  cast  on  him  my  every  care. 

And  -wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of 
prayer!  :|1 


3.  |I:  Sweet  hour  of  prayer ! :1] 

May  I thy  consolation  share, 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah’s  lofty  height 
I view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight: 
This  robe  of  flesh  I’ll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize ; 

11:  And  shout,while  passing  thro’  the  air. 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of 
prayer!  :11 


* From  Fresh  Laurels,'''  by  permission  of  Bianow  & Main. 


26 


J^allowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


MEEIBAH.  0.  P.  M. 


Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


I 


1.  When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge,  shalt  come  To  take  thy  ransomed  people 


o')*  I'  uP 

• («  -1*— ^ — m 

“* ! — 1 1 , — : 

^ XlA  ( 

0 L 1 

1 I J 1 > J \ 1 1 

/.  n ! 

2 ^ 

1 

^ ■ 1 ^ ^ 

m 

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s ^ m 9 s 

home.  Shall  I a - mong  them  stand  ? Shall  such  a worthless  worm  as  I, 

_ _ - J ^ m t _ 

L . ^ ^ ^ rz  ; ! rL  nzz: 

7i-r7;.. 

LI— ( L|=; — 1 1 1 

1 1 — 1 — k— 1 

1 1 -4 

-ii  J ^ 

1 • j 

1 

m — S g— U- 

Who  sometimes  am  a - fraid  to  die, 

^ ip:  Iff-  ...  Iff:  .IS 


Be  found  at  thy  right  hand? 


No.  20. 


Pleading  for  acceptance. 


2  I love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 
Though  vilest  of  them  all : 

But — can  I bear  the  piercing  tho’t? — 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 
When  thou  for  them  shalt  call  ? 


3  0 Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  giuce  ; 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this,  th’  accepted  day  ; 

Thy  pardoning  voice,  oh,  let  me  hear, 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

I^'or  let  me  fall,  I pray. 


4  Let  me  among  the  saints  be  found 

Whene’er  the  archangel’s  trump  shall  sound. 

To  see  thy  smiling  face ; 

Then  loudest  of  the  crowd  I’ll  sing. 

While  heaven’s  resounding  mansions  ring 

With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. — Ovington's  Sel. 


27 


NETTLETON.  8s  & 7s.  Double. 


3— ii. 


:.-a?i-  iziznijn : 


Db.  Nettleton. 

^ j ^ Fine. 


■|  ! ' '~l 

^ j Come,  thou  fount  of  ev-ery  bless-ing,  Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; ) 

Streams  of  mer-cy,  nev-er  ceas-ing,  Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise,  f 
D.  c.  Praise  the  mount— I’m  fix’d  upon  it ; Mount  of  thy  re  - deeming  love. 


% 


5=P=t|-:— 4=— 


D.  a. 


Teach  me  some  me  - lo-dious  son- net,  Sung  by  flaming  tongues  a-hove ; 


=ff==P= 


Fo.  21.  “ God  is  a spirit ; and  they  that  worship  him  must  worship  him  in  spirit 

and  in  truth.'*'* 

2 Here  I’ll  raise  mine  Ebenezer ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I’m  come ; 

And  I hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 

Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

Jesus  sought  me  when  a stranger, 

Wand’ring  from  the  fold  of  God 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger, 

Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

8 Oh ! to  grace  how  great  a debtor 
Daily  I’m  constrained  to  be ! 

Let  thy  goodness,  like  a fetter, 

Bind  my  wand’ring  heart  to  thee : 

Prone  to  wander.  Lord,  I feel  it, — 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I love  ; 

Here’s  my  heart,  oh,  take  and  seal  it ; 

Seal  it  for  thy  courts  above. 


28 


^^allovued  ^ongs,  Revised. 


GUIDE  US,  SHEPHEED.  Ss,  7s  & 4s. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbuby. 


1 — I»- 

— ; — I — — 1 — 

^ ^ — J — — g— 1-^ 

-j  J Sav-iour,  like  a shepherd  lead  us,  Much  we  need  thy  tend’rest  care ; \ 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us.  For  our  use  thy  folds  pre-pare.  f 

• j—  -'I  -[ 1 5-t-^ 

f-  p— 1 ^ a-.  J p-  . 

» » jg__r.-zf  -jg 

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-(  f-  ^ ^ ^ 5^- 


-^-h — ^-1 

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1 

13-  p=:ff:  m 

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^ Blessed 
Iff;  Iff: 

— a — jin — 

1 ^ 

Je  - BUS,  Blessed 
Iff;  ig:  g Iff; 

ps® 1® W— 1 

Je  - BUS,  T 

'hou  hast 

m jfB. 

bought  us,  thine  v 

m ^ m — m 

jQ  are ; 

rp  *— n 

; 

p- 

r i - r 

(-^rh 

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1 j — 

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Blessed  Je  - sus,  Blessed  Je  - sus,  Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

e:  :e.  ^ ^ ^ 


^b:r4e-|a- 

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2 We  are  thine,  do  thou  befriend  us, 
Be  the  Guardian  of  our  way ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 
Blessed  Jesus, 

Hear,  oh,  heUr  us,  when  we  pray. 


3 Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 
Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be ; 
Though  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 
Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus, 

We  will  early  turn  to  thee. 


4 Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will ; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  love  our  bosom  fill. 
Blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  stilL 


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NEARER,  MY  GOD,  TO  THEE.  (Bethany.)  6s  & 4s.* 

Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


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2 Though  like  a wanderer, 

Daylight,. all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me 
My  rest  a stone, 

Yet  in  my  dreams  I’d  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  <fee. 

3 There  let  the  way  appear. 

Steps  up  to  heaven ; 

All  that  thou  sendest  me 
In  mercy  given, 

Angels  to  beckon  me, 
Nearer,  my  God,  <fec. 


4 Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  thy  praise. 

Out  of  my  stony  griefs, 

Bethel  I’ll  raise ; 

So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  <fcc. 

5 Or,  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 

Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot, 
Upward  I fly. 

Still,  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  <fec. 


* I^rom  the  “Asaph,”  by  permission  of  Mason  Brothers. 


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voice  of  melody. 

2 Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  ; 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad : 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 


J^allowed  fongs,  Bevissd. 


31 


8 Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, — 

The  all-atoning  Lamb ; 

Kedemption  in  his  blood 
Throughout  the  world  proclaim  ; 

The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 

Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home.  * 

AEISE,  MY  SOUL. 

No.  25,  Ahha,  Father:^  TuNE — “ LenOX,” 

1 Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 

The  bleeding  sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears  ; 

Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 

My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2 He  ever  lives  above 

For  me  to  intercede 
His  all-redeeming  love, 

His  precious  blood,  to  plead  ; 

His  blood  atoned  for  all  our  race, 

And  sprinkles  now  the  thi'one  of  grace. 

3 Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 

They  pour  effectual  prayers. 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  : — 

Forgive  him,  oh,  forgive,  they  cry, 

Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die. 

4 The  Father  hears  him  pray. 

His  dear  anointed  One  : 

He  cannot  turn  away 
The  presence  of  his  Son : 

His  spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 

And  tells  me  I am  born  of  God. 

5 My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pard’ning  voice  I hear ; 

He  owns  me  for  his  child ; 

^ I can  no  longer  fear  : 

With  confidence  I now  draw  nigh. 

And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. — 0.  Wesley, 


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2 Just  as  I am — poor,  wretched,  blind; 

Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind. 

Yea,  all  I need  in  thee  to  find, 

O Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 

8 Just  as  I am,  thou  wilt  receive. 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  1 
Because  thy  promise  I believe, 

0 Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come ! 

4 J ust  as  T am — tliy  love  unknown 
Has  broken  every  barrier  down  ; 

Now  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

0 Lamb  of  God,  I come,  I come! — Charlotte  Elliott. 


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No.  27.  “ our  refuge  and  strength  : a very  present  help  in  trouble.'*'* 

2 Joy  to  the  desolate,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  of  the  penitent,  fadeless  and  pure ; — 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly  saying — 

Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven  cannot  cure. 

8 Here  see  the  bread  of  life ; see  waters  flowing 

Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure  from  above; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love ; come,  ever  knowing*—^ 
Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven  can  remove. 

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Loud  and  louder  o’er  your  head. 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

3 Haste,  O sinner ! to  the  Saviour^ 

Seek  liis  mercy  while  you  may ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 

Soon  your  life  will  pass  away. 

Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. — Jieed. 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Beuised. 


35 


COME,  YE  SIMNEES. 

Bo.  29.  The  invitation.  Tone — “ Invitation." 

1 Come,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 

Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and  sore  ; 

Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 

Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power  : 

He  is  able. 

He  is  willing : doubt  no  more. 

Chorus. — Turn  to  the  Lord  and  seek  salvation ; 

Sound  the  praise  of  his  dear  name ; 

Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 

2 How,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome; 

God’s  free  bounty  glorify ; 

True  belief  and  true  repentance, — 

Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh, — 

Without  money. 

Come  to  Jesus  Christ,  and  buy. 

Chorus. — Turn  to  the  Lord,  <fec. 

3 Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger ; 

Hor  of  fitness  fondly  dream : 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him  : 

This  he  gives  you, — 

’Tis  the  Spirit’s  glimm’iing  beam. 

Chorus. — Turn  to  the  Lord,  &c. 

4 Come,  ye  weary,  heavy-laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall : 

If  you  tarry  till  you’re  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Hot  the  righteous, — 

Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Chorus. — Turn  to  the  Lord,  &o 


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False  to  thee,  like  Pe  • ter,  I Would  fain  like  Pe  - ter  weep. 
Turn,  and  look  up  - on  me,  Lord,  And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

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Let  me  be  by  grace  restored ; On  me  be  all  long-suff  Ting  shown ; 

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No.  30.  Humility  atid  contrition. 

2 Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above. 
Repentance  to  impart, 

Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 
The  humble,  contrite  heart : 

Give  what  I have  long  implored, 

A portion  of  thy  grief  unknown : 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  <fec. 


8 For  thine  own  compassion’s  sake. 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 

Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back. 

And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 

If  thy  bowels  now  are  stirr’d. 

If  now  I do  myself  bemoan. 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  &c. — 0.  Wesley. 


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LEBANON.  S.  M. 

J.  ZUNDEL. 


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2 The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child ; 

They  followed  me  o’er  vale  and  hill, 
O’er  deserts  waste  and  wild : 

They  found  me  nigh  to  death, 
Famish’d,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 

They  hound  me  with  the  hands  of  love, 
They  .saved  the  wandering  one. 


3 Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

’Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 

’Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 
’Twas  he  that  made  me  whole  : 
’Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
’Twas  he  that  hroueht  me  to  the  fold— 
’Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

Bonar. 


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Uo.  32. 

2  I’d  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
iMy  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 
I Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 

' rd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all  perfect,  heavenly  dress 
My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 


3  I’d  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 
Exalted  on  his  throne  : 

In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I would  to  everlasting  days 
Make  all  his  glories  known. 


4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 

When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home 
And  I shall  see  his  face  ; 

Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
A blest  eternity  I’ll  spend. 

Triumphant  in  his  grace. — Medley, 


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No.  33. 


Perish  every  fond  ambition, 

All  I’ve  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known ; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition  1 
God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own. 

3. 

Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me. 
They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me ; 
Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue : 


4. 


And  while  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 
God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 

Poes  may  hate,  and  friends  may  scorn  me; 
Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 

5. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

’T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me. 
Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest. 


6. 

Oh  ! ’tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me. 

While  thy  love  is  loft  to  me ; 

Ob  ! ’twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  uiimixed  with  thee.— Grant. 


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Uo.  34. 


Peace  on  earth— good-ivill  to  men. 


2 Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy : 
Glory  in  the  highest,  glory, 

Glory  be  to  God  most  high ! 

3 Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found ; 

Souls  redeem’d,  and  sins  forgiven ! — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

4 Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ; 

Oh,  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

5 Hasten,  mortals,  to  adore  him ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy; 

Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him, — 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high! — Cawood, 


fallowed  ffongs,  Bevise^. 


41 


CHEISTIAN  UNION. 

Dr.  Thos.  Hastings.*  Nov.,  1^69. 
4-4- 


1.  Churches  be-low,  with  saints  above,  Will  meet  in  one  com-mu  - nion ; 


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No.  35. 


2 Together  bound  for  higher  spheres. 

Far  from  this  earth’s  commotion, — 
Fraternal  love,  ’mid  smiles  and  tears, 
Should  blend  with  our  devotion. 

8 Though  diff’rent  forms  and  diff’rent  rites 
And  methods  are  prevailing ; 

The  love  of  Christ  each  soul  invites 
To  energies  unfailing. 

4 Could  all  the  friends  of  Christ  be  found. 

With  hearts  and  hands  combining; 
How  would  the  grace  of  God  abound. 
And  heavenly  light  be  shining. 

5 Welcome  the  day  when  we  shall  see 

Tliat  union,  firm  and  glorious ! 

Then  shall  the  Gospel  message  be 
Through  all  the  world  victorious. 


* The  venerable  author,  now  having  lived  to  see  the  Church  of  his  choice  united 
into  one  glorious  Body  {Old  and  New,  School  Presbyterian),  adds  another  '•'‘legacy 
of  his  Harmony  f in  the  above  beautiful  hymn  of  Christian  Union. 


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Beauti-  ful  cross,  so  dear  to  me,  Beauti-  ful  cross  of  Cal  - va  - ry. 


Bo.  36. 

2 Beautiful  faith  that  lifts  me  up, 
“Wliere  T may  taste  the  bitter  cup ; 
Beautiful  faith  that  bids  me  bear 
Crosses  and  ills,  his  love  to  share ; 
Beautiful  faith,  when  tempest  toss’d. ; 
Beautiful  faith  in  Jesus’  cross. 

3 Beautiful  cross  of  Calvary, 

Oil ! bow  my  spirit  clings  to  thee ; 
Beautiful  faith  that  brings  thee  near ; 
Beautiful  love  that  makes  thee  dear ; 
Beautiful  cross,  and  faith,  and  love, 
Sending  me  up  to  heaven  above. 


:^allowe4  ^ongs,  Bevi$ed. 


43 


THESE  IS  AH  HOUS. 

From  the  German, 

-J N-J I--T — s — — p^. 


I 


a? W~ 9 9 ax-v— » — — 9 

1.  There  is  an  hour  of  peace  - ful  rest,  To  mourning  wand’rers 

__  9 1 N 9 9 « I 1 


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given : There  is  a joy  for  souls  distress’d,  A balm  for 




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as 


-^—9  g|i  ^ S ^ 

ev  - ery  wounded  breast,  ’Tis  found  a - lone  in  heaven. 


— ’ ^r 

No.  37. 


2 There  is  a home  for  weary  souls 
By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 

When  toss’d  on  life’s  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 


8 There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye. 
To  brighter  prospects  given ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 
And  all  serene  in  heaven. 


4 There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 
And  joys  supreme  are  given: 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  j 
Beyond  the  conflnes  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 


44 


;^3llc>w$d  Revised. 


LOVSD  ONES  &ONE  BSPOEE. 


S.  C.  Fosteb. 


1 -+^-r 

^ j Oh,  how 
When  by 
n.  0.  W e shall 

sweet  when  we  mingle  wit 
faith  we  can  see  him  and 
[ dwell  with  the  angels,  and 
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h kindred  spirits  here.  And 
feel  his  presence  near.  It 
L join  their  chorus  song,  Our 

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L_(^ lU — p 4SL — 

1 

tell  of  Je-sus  and  his  love;  ) 

lifts  our  long-ing  souls  a - hove;  ) We  shall  meet  on  the  banks 
loved  ones,  loved  ones  gonebe-fore. 


1^.  ^ p m ^ ^ i 

U .1—  L>  La • _La  J 

Q rr  ■ 1 » 1 . • » 1^  n ui<  i . 

V ^ ^ 


^B.C. 


— s=s=-^s — 

of  the  riv  - er,  Hap-py,  hap-py  there  for  ev  - er-more. 

- ^ ^ ^ 

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1^0.  38, 

2 We  are  pilgrims  to  Zion,  though  trials  we  must  bear, 

W e’ll  count  them  blessings  in  disguise ; 

Though  the  cross  may  be  heavy,  the  crown  we  soon  shall  wear 
In  heaven,  where  pleasure  never  dies. 

Cho. — AV G shall  meet  on  the  banks,  <fec. 


% When  we  wall?:  through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  the  tomb, 
Dear  Saviour,  thou  wilt  be  our  guide  ; 

Thy  smile  like  a sunbeam  shall  light  beyond  the  gloom, 
And  keep  the  ransomed  at  thy  side. 

Clio.' — AYe  shall  meet  on  the  banks,  &c. 


fallowed  ^ong$,  Revised. 


45 


JESUS  IS  MINE. 


T.  E.  Pekkins. 


1.  Fade,  fade  each  earth-ly  joy,  Je  - bus  is  mine  I 

q®.  - ^ 


Fine. 


Break  ev  - ery  ten  - der  tie, . . Je  - bus  is  mine ! 

D.  s.  Je  - BUS  a - lone  can  bless,  Je  - bus  is  mine  I 


~r 


B.  S. 


Dark  is  the  wil-der-ness.  Earth  has  no  rest  - ing-place, 

^ 


Jesm  is  mine. 


Uo.  39. 

2 Tempt  not  my  soul  away, 

Jesus  is  mine! 

Here  would  I ever  stay, 

Jesus  is  mine! 

Perishing  things  of  clay, 

Born  but  for  one  brief  day, 
Pass  from  my  heart  away, 
Jesus  is  mine! 

3 Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine ! 

Lost  in  this  dawning  light, 
Jesus  is  mine ! 


All  that  my  soul  has  tried, 
Left  but  a dismal  void, 

Jesus  has  satisfied, 

Jesus  is  mine  1 

4  Farewell,  mortality, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Welcome,  eternity, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 

Welcome,  0 loved  and  blest, 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest. 
Welcome,  my  Saviour’s  breast, 
Jesus  is  mine  I — Bonar. 


46 


:i3allowe4  ^ongs,  Revised. 


JESUS  LOVES  ME. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury.* 


1.  Je  - sus  loves  me  1 this  I know,  For  the  Bi-hle  tells  me 


1.  Je  - sus  loves  me  1 this  I know,  For  the  Bi-hle  tells  me  so. 


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j- 

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^ ^ ^ ^ 
^ Of  -&  g— ' 

.a  ^ 7^ 

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Lit  - tie  ones  to  him  belong.  They  are  weak,  but  he  is  strong.  Yes,  Je-sus 

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loves  me,  Yes,  Jesus  loves  me.  Yes,  Jesus  loves  me.  The  Bible  tells  me  so. 


W»  I 


No.  40. 


V 


“ We  love  him  because  he  first  loved 

2 Jesus  loves  me  ! he  who  died, 

Heaven’s  gate  to  open  wide ; 

He  will  wash  away  my  sin, 

Let  his  little  child  come  in. — Chorus. 

3 Jesus  loves  me ! loves  me  still, 

Though  I’m  very  weak  and  ill ; 

From  his  shining  throne  on  high, 

Comes  to  watch  me  where  I lie. — Chorus. 

4 Jesus  loves  me  ; he  will  stay 

Close  beside  me  all  the  way ; 

If  I love  him,  when  I die 

He  will  take  me  home  on  high. — Chorus. 


* From  Praises  of  Jesus, by  permission  of  Biglow  & Main. 


:^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


47 


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Dji.  Thos.  Hastings. 
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EiU 


^ j On  the  mountain’s  top  appearing,  Lo ! the  sacred  herald  stands,  ) 

' ( Welcome  news  to  Zi  - on  bearing — Zi  - on,  long  in  hostile  lauds ; J* 

A.  . -(«-  ^ • -®-  - I 

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See^eese! 


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Mourninff  cap  - tive ! God  himself^  will  lose  thy  bands ; 
I 


I 


Mourning  cap  - tive!  God  him-self  will  lose 


thy  bands. 


No,  41. 


Zion  encouraged. 


2  Has  thy  night  been  lon^  and  mournful  ? 
Have  thy  friends  unmithful  proved  ? 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful, 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning ; 

Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 


3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee ; 
He  himself  appears  thy  Friend ; 

All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee ; 
Here  thy  boasts  and  triumphs  end : 
Great  deliverance 
Zion’s  King  shall  surely  send. 


4  Enemies  no  more  shall  trouble. 

All  thy  wrongs  shall  be  redress’d  , 
For  thy  shame  thou  shalt  have  trouble. 
In  thy  Maker’s  favor  bless’d ; 

All  thy  conflicts 
End  i|j^ everlasting  rest. — Kelly. 


48 


;^ailowe4  ^ongs,  Eevi$ed’. 


HAPPY  ZION.,  8s,7s&4s. 


I.  B.  WOODBITRT. 


, ( Zi  - on  stands  with  hills  sur  • round-ed,  Zi  - on, 

' J All  her  foes  shall  be  con  - found-ed,  Tho’  the 


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No.  42.  Her  enemies  confounded. 

2 Every  human  tie  may  perish ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfaithful  prove  , 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  removed ; 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah’s  love. 

3 In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence  to  bring  thee  forth  more  bright. 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee, — 

Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight : 

God  is  with  thee, — 

God,  thine  everlasting  light. — Kelly. 


J^allowed  $ongs,  Eeuiscd. 


- 49 


GRSEITVILLE.  8s,  7s  & 4s. 


J.  J.  ROUSSBAtl. 


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No.  43.  Dismission. 

2 Thanks  we  give  and  adoration. 

For  thy  gospel’s  joyful  sound; 

Ivlay  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

8 So,  whene’er  the  signal ’s  given. 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 

Borne  on  angels’  wings  to  heaven^ 

Glad  the  summons  to  obey — 

May  we,  ready. 

Rise  and  reign  in  endless  day. — Burder. 
4 


50 


iiallowed  ^ongs,  Bevieed. 


THE  HEAVENLY  LANE. 


Wm.  B.  Bkadbuet. 


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( I love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land,  Where  white-robed  angels 
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No.  44.  A better  country^  that  is,  an  Jteavenlyi^' 

2 I love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 

Where  my  Redeemer  reigns, 

Where  rapturous  songs  of  triumph  rise, 

In  endless,  joyous  strains.— 

8 I love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land, 

The  saints’  eternal  home, 

Wkere  palms,  and  robes,  and  crowns  ne’er  fade. 
And  all  our  joys  are  one. — Refrain, 

4 I love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land. 

The  greetings  there  we’ll  meet, 

The  harps— the  songs  forever  ours— 

The  walls— the  golden  streets.— 

5 I love  to  think  of  the  heavenly  land. 

That  promised  land  so  fair. 

Oh,  how  my  raptured  spirit  longs 
To  he  forever  there.— 


Hallowed  $ongs,  Bevieed. 


51 


MISSIONABY  HYMN.  7s  & 6s. 


Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


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Fo.  45.  The  cry  of  the  heathen. 


% What  though  the  spicy  breezes 
Blow  soft  o’er  Ceylon’s  isle ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases 
And  only  man  is  vile : 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3 Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 
With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 
The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 


Salvation  ! — O salvation  1 
The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 

Till  earth’s  remotest  nation 
Has  learn’d  Messiah’s  name. 

4 Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story. 
And  you,  ye  waters,  roll. 

Till,  like  a sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole : 

Till  o’er  our  ransom’d  nature 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Eedeemer,  King,  Creator, 

^ In  bliss  returns  to  reign, — Heber. 


52 


IjJallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


WEBB.  26th  P. 


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The  sons  of  earth  are  wak  - ing  To  pe  - ni  - ten-tial  tears  : 
D.  s.  Of  na-tionsin  com  - mo  - tion,  Prepared  for  Zi- on’s  war. 


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Uo.  46.  “ O be  joyful  in  the  Lord,,  all  ye  lands 

2.  3. 


See  heathen  nations  bending 
Before  the  God  we  love, 

And  thousand  hearts  ascending 
In  gratitude  above ; 

While  sinners,  now  confessing. 
The  gospel  call  obey, 

And  seek  the  Saviour’s  blessing- 
A nation  in  a day. 


Blest  river  of  salvation. 

Pursue  thy  onward  way ; 

Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay ; 

Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Tiiumphant  reach  their  home : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 
Proclaim — “ The  Lord  is  come  !” 


J^allowed  fongs,  Revised. 


53 


WATCHMAN. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbuet. 


E&= 

- 1 • ^ ^ « 1 

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^ j Watchman,  tell  me,  does  the  morning 
I Have  the  signs  that  mark  its  coming 


^ — J — ,S' 


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Of  fair  Zi  - on’s  glo  - ry  dawn  ? ) 
Yet  up  - on  my  pathway  shone  ? ) 

I 


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Pil-grim,  yes,  a - rise,  look  round  thee  1 Light  is  breaking  in  the  skies ; 


m=fS=^=p$zt=$=S^S=ri 


Pi 


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Spurn  the  un  - be-lief  that  bounds  thee ; Morning  dawns — arise,  a - rise  I 


-;-g— g— g-rf- 


psSrl-fF 


T 


No.  47. 

2 Pilgrim  in  that  golden  city. 

Seated  on  his  jasper  throne, 

Zion’s  King,  arrayed  in  beauty. 

Reigns  in  peace  form  zone  to  zone  ; 
There,  on  verdant  hills  and  mountains. 
Where  the  golden  sunbeams  play. 
Purling  streams  and  crystal  fountains 
„ Sparkle  in  th’  eternal  day. 


3 Pilgrim,  see!  the  light  is  beaming 
Brighter  still  upon  thy  way ; 

Signs  thro’  all  the  earth  are  gleaming. 
Omens  of  the  coming  day, 

When  the  last  loud  trumpet,  sounding, 
Siiall  awake  from  earth  and  sea 
All  the  saints  of  God  now  sleeping, 
Clad  in  immortality. 


4 Watchman,  lo  I the  laud  w’e’re  nearing, 
With  its  vernal  fruits  and  flowers. 

On  just  yonder ; oh,  how  cheering 
Bloom  forever  Eden’s  bowers  ! 

Hark  ! the  choral  strains  there  ringing, 
Wafted  on  the  balmy  air ; 

See  the  millions ! hear  them  singing ! 
Soon  the  pilgrims  will  be  there. 


54 


^tallowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


NO  SOEEOW  THEBE. 


Dunbar. 

N-, 


'ESEES=*Ete 


* ^ ® ' (• 

1.  And  may  I still  get  there  ? Still  reach  the  heavenly  shore  ? 

Cho.  There’ll  be  no  sor  - row  there,  There’ll  be  no  sor  - row  there ; 


It 


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-*LV 


fct=p=fch:F|: 


:^=az 


B.  C.  Chorus. 


land  for  ev  - er  bright  and  fair,  Where  sorrow  reigns  no  more 
heaven  above,  where  all  is  love,  There’ll  be  no  sorrow  there. 


— r 


I 


No.  48.  “ Where  the  wicked  cease  from  iroudUng^  and  the  weary  are  at  rest.'*' 

I 

2 Shall  I,  unwor^y  T,  P 

To  fe^r  ai^ doubt^g  given, 

Mount  up  at  Mst,  and  hkppy  fly 
On  angcTs  wings  to  heaven  ? 

Cho. — There’ll  be  no  sorr(|gp,^ere,  &e. 

8 Hail,  love  diviperand ^ure, 

Hail,  mer^y  from  tl^e  skies ! 

My  h(mes  are  bright,  . and  now  secure, 

Upborne  by  faith  I rise.  « 

Cho. — ^There’ll  be  no,  sorrow  there,  <fec. 

, 4 I part  with  earth  and  sin, 

And  shout  the  danger’s  past ; 

My  Saviour  takes  me  fully  in, 

Atfd  J am  his  at  last. 

Cho. — There’ll  be  no  sorrow  there,  Ac. 


i^ijUoujed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


55 


DUANE  STREET.  L.  M. 

Rev.  G.  Coles. 

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1.  Je  - BUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone,— He,  whom  I fix  my  hope  up  - on ; 

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His  track  I see,  and  I’ll  pur-sue  The  nar-row  way,  till  him  I view. 
).  s.  The  King’s  highway  of  ho  - li  - ness,  I’U  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

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2.  The  way  the  holy  prophets  went, — The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, — 

. J -a-  J J -s-  ^ -J.  - 1 

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No.  49.  The  higJvway  of  holiness. 

3 This  is  the  way  I long  have  sought, 

And  mourn’d  because  I found  it  not ; 

My  grief  a burden  long  has  been, 

Because  I was  not  saved  from  sin. 

4 The  more  I strove  against  its  power, 

I felt  its  weight  and  guilt  the  more ; 

Till  late  I heard  my  S^aviour  say, — 

Come  hither,  soul,  I am  the  way. 

6 Lo  ! glad  I come ; and  thou,  blest  Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I am ; 

Nothing  but  sin  have  I to  give, — 

Nothing  but  love  shall  I receive. 

6 Then  will  I tell  to  sinners  round 
What  a dear  Saviour  I have  found ; 

I’ll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 

And  say,— Behold  the  way  to  Qo&.—  Cennick, 


56 


;i^allowed  $ongs,  Beui$ed. 


COSTSECSATION  HYMN. 


Mrs.  Joseph  F.  Knapp.^ 


rzi^  z 


l-S=i:=2=S=  ^zzziS^^zzz' 


1.  My  bod-y,  soul,  and  spir  - it,  Je  - sus,  I give  to  thee, 


S”-ej=;*|=p^=:=: 
J=s=s:^t*=i— ! 


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A con  - se  crat-ed  oiT 


^•gA- jz:S  :_z.i  . 


zgz 


’ring,  Thine  ev-  er-more  to  be. . . . 


F^EEiz 


Chorus, 


zE^zzE^z=®z=S:=z:ijlz^Fsi:^zzz;-  ^ 

My  all  is  on  the  al  - ta^,  I’m  waiting  for  the  fire ; 

.^eziz^_ 


M»z 


z5gz 


« 


— , 

zzz3=ii^z 


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rit.  ^ 

M^aiting,  waiting,  wait- ing,  I’m  wait-ing  for  the  fire.,.. 

fZZiE 


w?3:S=S?— 3— fe- 


-J^z 


'T'  50. 

2 O Jesus,  miofhty  Saviour, 

I trust  in  thy  jereat  name, 
I look  for  thy  salvation, 
Thy  promise  now  I claim 


3 Oh,  let  the  fire  desending 
Just  now  upon  my  soul. 

Consume  my  humble  offering, 

- Cho.  And  cleanse  and  make  me  whole. 

Cho. 

4 I am  thine,  O blessed  Jesus, 

Wash’d  by  thy  precious  blood, 

Now  seal  me  by  thy  Spirit 
A sacrifice  to  God.— — 3Iary  D.  James. 

* From  “ Notes  of  Joy^'' 


fallowed  ^ongs,  l.evi$e4. 


57 


MABY  MAGDALSNS. 


Duet  fob  Alto  and  Sopbano,  without  Accompaniment.* 


:z=l^=t 

z=\-  n^--- : 

— s 

^ ^ 

cit  - y that 

Je  - sus  was  there ; 

a>  W Ip  <s> 

Un-heed  - ing  the 

splen-dor  that 

p — — 

1-=i— 1--5 P— ^ 

!I — i 

1 ^ 

..  ...  7 

blazed  on  the  board,  She  si  - lent-  ly  knelt  at  the  feet  of  the  Lord. 


No.  51. 

2 The  frown  anS  the  murmur  w^ent  round  through  them  all. 

That  one  so  uuliallowod  should  tread  in  that  hall ; 

And  some  said  the  poor  would  be  objects  more  meet, 

As  the  wealth  of  her  perfume  she  showered  on  his  feet. 

3 She  heard  but  the  Saviour — she  spoke  but  with  tears  ; 

She  dared  not  look  up  to  the  Heaven  of  his  eyes, 

And  the  hot  tears  gushed  forth  at  each  heave  of  her  breast, 
As  her  lips  to  his  sandals  were  throbbingly  pressed. 

In  the  sky  after  tempest,  as  shineth  the  bows, 

In  the  glare  of  the  sunbeams  as  melteth  the  snows, 

He  looked  on  the  lost  one,  “ her  sins  were  forgiven.” 

And  Mary  went  forth  in  the  beauty  of  heaven. 

* I^rom  the  “ Song  CroiunJ'’' 


58 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Eevi$ed. 


WOODLAIID.  C.  M. 


N.  T>.  Gould. 


I^E 


BEfcg; 


izi^zir^z 


:^— :zi^ 





1.  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest,  To  mourn-  ing  wanderers 

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given ; 

There 

is  a joy  for 

souls  distress’d, 

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M-  ■ ^ 

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balm  for  ev  - ery  wounded  breast, — ’Tis  found  a - bove  in  1 

leaven. 

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Na  52. 

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The  land  of  rest. 

r t 1--  r- 

2 There  is  a home  for  weary  souls 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, 

When  tossed  on  life’s  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3 There  faith  lifts  up  the  tearless  eye, 

To  brighter  prospects  given ; 

And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 

The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly. 

And  all  serene  in  heaven. 

4 There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom, 

And  joys  supreme  are  given ; 

There  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 
Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. — Tappan» 


J^allowed  $ongs,  Bevised. 


69 


ENON’S  ISLE.  8s.  HoulDle. 

I.  B.  Woodbury. 


r-l P>— ) r-l !— J 

r-4 

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^ 1.  Oh,  ^ 
D.  c.  Where 

mTs-^ 

vhen  shall  we  sweetly  rei 
saints  our  Immanu  - el  i 

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And 

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Re-  turn  to  the  Zi  - on  a - hove,  The  moth-er  of  spirits  distress’d 

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:^zzrNi=^z 


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Ho.  53.  And  to  he  with  Christy  which  is  /ar  better^ 

2 But  angels  themselves  cannot  tell 
The  joys  of  that  holiest  place, 

Where  Jesus  is  pleased  to  reveal 
The  light  of  his  heavenly  face  : 

When,  caught  in  the  rapturous  flame, 

The  sight  beatific  they  prove ; 

And  walk  in  the  light  of  the  Lamb, 

Enjoying  the  beams  of  his  love. 

8 Thou  know’st  in  the  spirit  of  prayer 
We  long  thy  appearing  to  see, 

Resign’d  to  the  burden  we  bear. 

But  longing  to  triumph  with  thee : 

’Tis  good  at  thy  word  to  be  here ; 

’Tis  better  in  thee  to  be  gone. 

And  see  thee  in  glory  appear, 

And  rise  to  a share  in  thy  throne. — C.  Wesley, 


60 


EE  PLEUEY.  8s.  Double. 

_l^ N.J_n_4_^.^_ j!s»_ 


9 It. j— P N N-pJ— ^ 

5--K=]:=P  :s;fc  ':g=r 

« & iP flp-' H ^■ 


Fine. 


’-^— ^ds»— 2^ — w — ^ — m — »-*-- — “ ^ ^ — ^_^ii_ 

1.  How  te  - dious  and  tasteless  the  hours  When  Je  - 6US  no  longer  I seel 
D.c.  ButwhenI  am  hap-py  in  him,  De -cemher’s  as  pleasant  as  May. 


I r-v 

I=q:=  :iti=: : :g=:| 


Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flowers,  Have  all  lost  their  sweetness  to 

[me;- 

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1 

The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim.  The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay ; 


15 


Jg.  .g.  -p.  -g- 


No.  54.  ll-suffi,ciency  of  Jesus. 


2 His  Name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice  ; 

I should,  were  he  always  thus  nigh. 
Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear ; 
No  mortal  so  Happy  as  I, — 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 

3 Content  v/ith  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resign’d. 

No  changes  of  season  or  place 
Would  make  any  change  in  my 
mind : 


While  blest  with  a sense  of  his  love, 

A palace  a toy  would  appear ; 

And  prisons  would  palaces  prove, 

If  Jesus  would  dwell  wnth  me  there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song. 

Say,  why  do  I languish  and  pine  y 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long  ? 

O drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my  sky ; 

Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter  and  clouds  are  no 
more.— 


IjJaUowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


61 


OAK.  6s  & 4s. 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


=N:: 


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=5!- 


si_i^5= 


i 


1.  I’m  but  a Btran  - ger  here,  Heaven  is  my  home ; Earth  is 


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4-=F 


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E^=EEF^E 


VA 

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1 1 

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des  - ert  drear,  Heaven  is  my  home ; Dan  - ger  and  sor  - row  stand, 


-g- 


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Bound  me  on  ev-ery  hand ; Heav’n  is  my  fath-er-land,  Heav’n  is  my  home. 


1 1- 


S=4==H- 


~No.  55. 


Heaven  is  my  home. 


2. 

What  though  the  tempest  rage, 
Heaven  is  my  home ; 

Short  is  my  pilgrimage, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

Time’s  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast; 

I shall  reach  home  at  last, 
Heaven  is  my  home. 


3. 

There,  at  my  Saviour’s  side. 
Heaven  is  my  home ; 

I shall  be  glorified, 

Heaven  is  my  home. 

There  are  the  good  and  blest, 
Those  I loved  most  and  best. 
There  too,  I soon  shall  rest, 
Heaven  is  my  home. 


62 


Itallovwed  $ong8,  Bevised. 


CHRIST  AT  THE  WHEEL. 


DEDICATED  TO  PHILIP  PHILLIPS. 


With  great  Expression, 


F.  C.  Gough. 


-SI— P- 

II'  - I i ' ~ 

1.  When  on  the  o-cean’s  troubled  wave,  Up- on  the  deck  I kneel, 


And  call  up -on  my  Lord  to  save, — I know  he’s  at  the  wheel. 


I 


ppjzzr^jzzijz 


-i — — r 


No.  56. 

2 That  through  the  tempest  he  will  guide 

My  soul  as  deems  him  best ; 

Bear  up  my  life  on  raging  tide. 

And  land  me  with  the  blest. 

3 With  loving  care  will  lead  me  o’er 

The  dangers  of  the  way, 

And  to  me  open  wide  the  door 
Which  leads  to  endless  day. 

4 Though  on  the  waters  or  the  land, 

I may  be  tempest  toss’d, 

He  holds  the  rudder  in  his  hand, 

That  I may  not  be  lost. 

5 The  helmsman  of  redeeming  grace, 

Who  with  his  life  did  seal 
Salvation  to  a dying  race, 

Is  ever  at  the  wheel. — W.  H.  Phillips, 


3^alloujed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


63 


LYONS.  6s&5s. 


Hatdn. 


r-^ 1 1 

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r-J  1-4  J 4 

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r-J  -i  r 

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1.  Tho’ 

troubles  as  - 

r— ^ s 

bs — a a_ 

sail,  and  dangers  affrigl 

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it,  Th 

1 

o’  frie 
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[j  gj,'  isEL 

jnds  should  all 

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r-  1 ■ ^ 

zz;3z 


IZ^= 


:=1=fa=: 


fail,  and  foes  all  u - nite,  Yet  one  thing  se  - cures  us,  what- 

._fd «— r-«! f? n— r~» 


— ^ ^ ^T-^- 


ev-  er  be-tide.  The  promise  assures  us, — The  Lord  will  provide. 


r^- 


T^e — m- 


r^- 


fcss= 


Uo.  57.  T/ie  Lord  'will provide. 

2 The  birds,  without  barn  or  storehouse,  are  fed  ; 

From  them  let  us  learn  to  trust  for  our  bread : 

His  saints  what  is  fitting  shall  ne’er  be  denied, 

So  long  as  ’tis  written, — The  Lord  will  provide, 

8 When  Satan  appears  to  stop  up  our  path. 

And  fills  us  with  fears,  we  triumph  by  faith ; 

He  ca,nnot  take  from  us  (though  oft  he  has  tried) 

The  heart-cheering  promise, — The  Lord  will  provide, 

4 He  tells  us  we’re  weak, — our  hope  is  in  vain ; 

The  good  that  we  seek  we  ne’er  shall  obtain  : 

But  when  such  suggestions  our  graces  have  tried, 

This  answers  all  questions, — The  Lord  will,  provide. — Newton* 


64 


l^tallowed  Bevi$e4. 


I'M  A PILGEIM. 


9:g  h _4N 

^ 1 

H A 

j3  

1 fr 

pc  'i®-  m ■ -j—  «l  --gJ  0{ 

n ' ' ■ s a ■■  "isi  " 

1 V 

i - 

1 ^ 

j-  ^ Iff  & ^ a? 

I can  tar-ry  but  a night ; Do  not  de-tain  me,  for  I am 
h ^ -a  * -f*-  -f-  -?®- 

^ ^ 

a ytt  ^ m n . 

q ^ ^ — ^_L 

1 

L-t } ^ 

ITOi  58i  pilgrim  and  stranger. 

2 There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  ; 

I am  longing,  I am  longing  for  the  sight ; 
Here  in  this  country  so  dark  and  dreary, 

I have  been  wand’ring  forlorn  and  weary. 
I’m  a pilgrim,  and  I’m  a stranger  ; 

I can  tarry.  I can  tarry  but  a night. 

S There’s  the  city  to  which  I journey ; 

My  Redeemer,  my  Redeemer  is  its  light ; 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 

There  is  no  sin  there,  nor  any  dying. 

I’m  a pilgrim,  and  I’m  a stranger ; 

I can  tarry,  I can  tarry  but  a night 


Itallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


65 


THEEE  IS  JOY  POE  YOU. 


S.  J.  Vail.* 
I 2d. 


1st. 


J 


Chorus, 


jP  -J — j 1 — |-  — j— : 1 

n — ’ — M — 1 

^ ^ — -#i  ■ !— 

^ -s-  ^ 

HI 

wedding  robes  arrayed.  There  is  joy  for  the  ransomed, There  is  joy  for  the 

1 1 h 

-fe-  -t#  . to  -p-  p-  » -to  I 

_] ^ 1 L_U 

L| P— tr-iJ 1 i pj-si 

H 

p— d— 

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-A 

1 • — 

:■  v;;-  j -q 

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1 -S-  * 1 

ransomed,  There  is  joy  for  the  ra 
^ -!»-•  -fg-  - 

usomed.  There  is 

^ 

joy  foi 

I — 

I 

you. 

L -k-r 

L_I — _J 

No.  59. 

2 Let  me  drink  sweet  draughts  of  mercy 
From  the  fountain  flowing  free, 

Let  me  drink  and  live  forever 

Where  my  Saviour  I may  see. — Cho, 

8 Tell  me  not,  ye  weary-laden, 

There  is  nought  but  sorrow  here, 

For  the  Lord  hath  sent  his  angels, 

And  his  chosen  need  not  fear. — Cho. 

4 Keep  your  lamps  well  trimmed  and  burnmg 
And  the  wedding  garments  on. 

For  there’s  none  that  know  the  moment 

Of  the  coming  of  the  Son. — Oho.—Mhrs.  M.  A,  Kidder.^ 

^om  “ Chapel  Melodies.''' 

5 


66 


fallowed  ^ong$,  !K^$vised. 


UNITY.  6s  & 5s. 


Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


f 


S— 


3E 


1.  When  shall  we  meet  a - gain  ?— Meet  ne’er  to  sev-er? 


— m~ 


,'4,  _]  h 

-IS 1 - 

— js 1^-] 

-A -X-jj 

^s=3--s-=i-^  -g— i-zi— 

When  will  peace  wreathe 
^ Iff:  3?:  q 

her  chain 

i 

Round  us  for 
'1®- 

ev  - er? 

h ^ ^ P fa 

EiE 


Our  hearts  will  ne’er  re  - pose  Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows 


-f:  -f:  ^ fi 


3?:  -ft 


I ^3zi}:— : =n^3ir==l=: 


In  this  dark  vale  of  woes — Nev-er — no,  nev-  er ! 

' - - - - 


: _ 


No.  60. 


Reunion  in  heaven. 


2 When  shall  love  freely  flow 
Pure  as  life’s  river  ? 

When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 
Changeless  forever? 

Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 

Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill, 

Never — no,  never ! 


3 Up  to  that  world  of  light 
Take  us,  dear  Saviour; 
May  we  all  there  unite. 
Happy  forever : 

Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel, 
Never — no,  never  ! 


3^allowed  Revised. 


67 


MOUNT  VEENON  * 8s  & 7s. 


r n — ’ 

1 

— 

C_D_^ 

— ^ 

.g 

1.  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely,  Gen-tle  as  the  summer  breeze, 

II  I I L 


=4=i 


--i- 


m. 


Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening,  When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 

— If- 


ilazz:(*z 


^1 — ^ — I — r 

No,  61. 

2 Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber. 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low ; 

Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number. 
Thou  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3 Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel. 

But  ’tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us. 

He  can  all  our  sorrow  heal. 

4 Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee. 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled, 

Then,  in  heaven,  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 
Where  no  farev/ell  tear  is  shed 


I 


* This  tune  may  he  suny  as  a Duet  hy  Treble  voices. 


68 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


IVES.  7s.  Double. 

Arranged  by  E.  Ives. 


1.  Who  are  these  in  bright  ar-ray,  ' 

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tiap  - py  throng, 

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r ■■  ti?  1 — “ 

Mi 


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Fine, 


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'*'*  I •(*■  II  I ' I 

Round  the  al  - tar  night  and  day,  Hymning  one  tri  - umphant  song  ? 
D.  s.  Wis-dom,  rich-es  to  oh  - tain,  New  do  - min-ion  ev  - ery  hour. 


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Worth -y  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain,  Bless-ing,  hon  - or,  glo  - ry,  power, 
^-P  -E:.  jEi  :Sz 


No.  62. 


Perfect  love  dispels  all fears. 


2. 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod ; 

These  from  great  afliictions  came  ; 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 
Sealed  with  his  almighty  name : 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 
Victor  palms  in  every  hand: 
Thro’  their  great  Redeemer’s  might, 
More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 


3. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown, 
On  immortal  fruits  they  feed: 
Then  the  Lamb,  amidst  the  throne, 
Shall  to  living  fountains  lead : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs : 
Perfect  love  dispels  all  fears ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes, 

God  shall  wipe  away,  their  tears. 

Alontg  ornery. 


^^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


69 


HOMEWAED  BOUND. 


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Out  on  an  o - cean^.uil  bcp.ndless  we  ride,  We’re  homeward 
Toss’don  the  waves  ofj^  a rough  rest  - less  tide,  We’re  homeward 
D.  c.Prom-ise  of  which  on^tis  each  he  bestowed.  We’re  homeward 

J - - - ^ ^ 


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Fine. 


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r^e.  Seek  - ing  our  Fa  - ther’s  *e  - les*  - tlal  a - bode. 


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No.  63.  Homeward  hound. 

2 Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars ; We’re  homeward  bound; 
Look  I yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores ; We’re  homeward  bound ; 
Steady  1 O pilot ! stand  firm  at  the  wheel, 

Steady  I we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale. 

Oh  I how  we  fly  ’neath  the  loud  creaking  sail.  We’re  homeward  bound. 

3 We’ll  tell  the  world  as  we  journey  along.  We’re  homeward  bound ; 

Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng,  We’re  homeward  bound. 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  oppressed. 

Join  in  our  number,  oh,  come  and  be  ble^ 

Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest.  We’re  homeward  bound. 

4 Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  now  we  glide.  We’re  home  at  last 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide.  We’re  home  at  last; 

Glory  to  Gbd  ! all  our  dangers  are  o’er ; 

We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore. 

Glory  to  God  1 we  will  shout  evermore.  We’re  at  home  at  last. 

Bev.  W.  F.  Warrm, 


70 


i^allowed  $ongs,  Kevise4. 


MEELIN.  7s,  6s  & 7s. 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


-4- 


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Lo  I we  lift  our  long  - ing  eyes,  Break,  ye  in  - ter  - ven-ing  skies  I 

fea^CIZ 


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Sons  of  righteousness,  a - rise. 

^ Ope  the  gates  of 

Par  - a - dise. 

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T/te  great  salvation. 


No.  64, 

2 Floods  of  everlasting  light ! 

Freely  flash  before  him ; 
Myriads,  with  supreme  delight, 

[ Instantly  adore  him ; 

Angels  trumps  resound  his  fame ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  his  name  ; 
Heaven  echoing  the  theme. 

3 Four-and-twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station ; 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation; 


Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne. 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 

Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

Holy!  Holy!  Holy  One. 

4  Hark  ! the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  ; 
Join  we,  too,  the  holy  lays— 
Jesus,  Jesus,  Jesus ! 

Sweetest  sound  in  seraph’s  song. 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue, 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung — 

Jesus,  Jesus,  flow  along. 


i^allowed  fongs,  Revised. 


71 


PEBDEEICK.  11s. 


Geo.  EiNG^BT. 


^=^.^=8= 


i: 


1.  I would  not  live  al-  way ; I ask  not  to  stay  Where  storm  aft  - er 


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storm  ris  - es  dark  o’er  the  way ; The  few  lu  - rid  mornings  that 


=?s= 


dawn  on  us  here  Are  e - nough  for  life’s  joys,  full  e-nough  for  its  cheer. 


No.  65.  / ivcmld  not  live  alway. 

2 I -would  not  live  alway ; no — welcome  the  tomb  1 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I dread  not  its  gloom : 

There  sweet  be  my  rest  till  he  bid  me  arise, 

To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

3 Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his  God — 

Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode. 

Where  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  bright  o’er  the  plains, 

And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? 

4 There  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet. 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet;  ' 

While  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul. — MuJdenhurg, 


72 


fallowed  ^ongg,  Beviaed. 


SHINIITG  SHORE. 


Geo.  F.  Root. 


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iiH 


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I ^ 

1.  My  days  are  glid- ing  swift-ly  by,  And  I,  a pilgrim  stranger, Would 


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Fine. 


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not  de  - tain  them  as  they  fly— Those  hours  of  toil  and  dan  - ger. 
.just  be -fore  the  shin-ing  shore  We  may  al-most  dis-cov-er. 

M. 


No.  66.  The  shining  shore. 

2 Well  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 
Our  heavenly  home  discerning : 

Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

For  now  we  stand,  <fec. 

S Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 

That  perfect  rest  naught  can  molest 
Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

For  now  we  stand,  <fec. 

4 Let  sorrow’s  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 

Our  King  says  come,  and  there’s  our  home. 
Forever!  oh,  forever! 

For  now  we  stand,  (kc. 


^Hallowed  fongs,  Revised. 


73 


LOOKING  HOME. 

Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 
— I- 


1.  Ah  I this  heart  is  void  and  chill,  ’Mid  earth’s  noisy  throngiugs ; 


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For  my  Fa  - ther’s  mansions  still  Ear-nest-  ly  is  long  - ing. 


Jtefrain, 


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Look-ing  home,  look-  ing  home  Towards  the  heavenly  man-sions 


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Je  - sus  hath  pre-pared  for  me  In  his  Fa-ther’s  king-dom. 


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No,  67, 


Looking  home. 


2 Soon  the  glorious  day  will  dawn, 
Heavenly  pleasures  bringing ; 
Fright  will  be  exchanged  for  morn, 
Sighs  give  place  to  singing. 


3 Oh ! to  be  at  home  again, 

All  for  which  we’re  sighing, 
From  all  earthly  want  and  pain 
To  be  swiftly  flying. 


4 Blessed  home  ! oh,  blessed  home  I 
All  for  which  we’re  sighing, 
Soon  our  Lord  will  bid  us  come 
To  our  Father’s  kingdom. 


74 


fallowed  $ongs,  Beuised. 


HAMDEN.  8s,  7s  & 4. 

• Dr.  L.  Mason. 


2 Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 

Let  the  fiery^  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through: 
Strong  Deliverer, 

Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3 When  I tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  ; 

Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan’s  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
1 will  ever  give  to  thee 


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l^allowed  $ong$^ 


75 


LOVINa-KINDNESS.  L.  M. 


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I — an — — 


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I I 1 

1.  Awake,  my  soul,  in  j oy-ful  lays,  And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer’s  praise ; 


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His  loving-kindness,  loving-kindness.  His  lov  - ing-kindness,  oh,  how  free  I 


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Christ's  loving-kindness. 


lo.  69. 


2 He  saw  me  ruined  by  the  fall. 

Yet  loved  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 

He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  ; 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great  1 

3 Tho’  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes. 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose. 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong  I 


4 I often  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Saviour  to  depart; 
But  though  I oft  have  him  forgot. 

His  loving-kindness  changes  not. 

5 Soon  shall  1 pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh,  may  my  last,  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death. 


76 


^allovoe^  ^ongs,  Revised. 


SWEET  REST. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


M j Come,  brethren,  don’t  grow  wea  - ry.  But  let  us  jour-ney  on : 
A.  1 r)ass-ing  scenes  all  tell  us  That  death  will  sure  - ly  com( 

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In  th’  dark  and  wea-ry  tomb : ) 


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There  is  sweet  rest  in  heav’n.  There  is  sweet  rest  in  heav’n.  There  is 

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sweet  rest.  There  is  sweet  rest.  There  is  sweet  rest  in  heav’n. 


7o.  70. 


Sweet  rest  in  heaven. 


2 Loved  ones  have  gone  before  us, 
They  beckon  us  away, 

O’er  serial  plains  they’re  soaring, 
Blest  in  eternal  day ; 

But  we  are  in  the  army, 

And  dare  not  leave  our  post ; 
We’ll  fight  until  we  conquer 
The  foes’  most  mighty  host. 


3 Our  Captain ’s  gone  before  us. 

He  kindly  calls  us  home 
To  yonder  world  of  glory. 

And  sweetly  bids  us  come. 

The  world,  the  flesh,  and  Satan, 
Will  strive  to  hedge  our  way. 
But  we’ll  o’ercome  these  powers. 
If  we  hourly  watch  and  pray. 

Unknown, 


J^allowed  $on9$,  Bevised. 


77 


BEAUTirUL  SION. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury.* 


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Beauti-ful  gates  of  pear-ly  white,  Beauti-ful  tem-ple — God  its  light ; 


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Beauti-fiil  gates  of  pear-ly  white,  Beauti-ful  tem-ple— God  its  light. 


Uo.  71. 


2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  its  light, 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white, 
Beautiful  strains,  that  never  tire. 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir. 


3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show, 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there. 


4  Beautiful  throne  of  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace. 


* From  the  “ Orvola^'^  hy  permission  of  Biglow  & Main. 


78 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


SHALL  WE  MEET. 


I ^ J h h jS -j IS 1- 

i=^ii=fe=^e=?^ 


Philip  Phillips. 
I 1st  time. 


a-a- 


2E@HS3E10 


. ( Shall  we  meet  be-yond  the  riv-er,  Where  the  eur-ges  cease  to  roll? 

1 TX71-I T1-4  q11  1^1*1  ncV»*f  ■fVv>«_^xr  _ r\\%  Qy-v%*  ^ •* 


• ( Wliere,  in  all  the  bright  for-ev  - er, 


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Sor-row  ne’er  shall  {Omit. 

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press  the  soul? 

Shall  we  meet  ? 

I*'  jp  ^ - 

shall  we  meet  ? Shall  we  meet  be  - 

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No.  72. 


I  t-  ‘ 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river. 


2 Shall  we  meet  in  that  blest  harbor, 

When  our  stormy  voyage  is  o’er  ? 
Shall  we  meet  and  cast  the  anchor 
By  the  fair  celestial  shore  ? 

3 Shall  we  meet  in  yonder  city, 

Where  the  towers  of  crystal  shine. 
Where  the  walls  are  all  of  jasper, 
Built  by  workmanship  divine  ? 

4 Where  the  music  of  the  ransomed 

Bobs  its  harmony  around. 


And  creation  swells  the  chorus, 

With  its  sv/eet  melodious  sound  ? 

5 Shall  we  meet  with  many  a loved  one, 

That  was  torn  from  our  embrace  ? 
Shall  we  listen  to  their  voices. 

And  behold  them  face  to  face  ? 

6 Shall  we  meet  with  Christ  our  Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  claim  his  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  blessed  favor, 

And  sit  down  upon  the  throne  ? 


Jiidilowed  ^5on0S,  Revised. 


79 


L.  M. 


HAPPY  DAY 


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Hap-py  day,  hap-py  day.  When  Je-sus  washed  my  sins  i 
D.  s.  Hap-py  day,  hap-py  day.  When  Je-sus  washed  my  sins  i 

-P-  • -f-  -!*- 

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No.  73.  Vows  remembered  and  renewed. 

2 O happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 

To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ; 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 

While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I move. 

3 ’Tis  done,  the  great  transaction’s  done, 

I am  my  Lord’s,  and  he  is  mine ; 

He  drew  me,  and  I follow’d  on. 

Charm’d  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4 Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ; 

Fix’d  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 

Nor  ever  from  thy  Lord  depart : 

With  him  of  every  good  possess’d. 

5 High  Heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 

That  vow  renew’d  shall  daily  hear. 

Till  in  life’s  latest  hour  I bow. 

And  bless  in  death  a bond  so  ^^d^c.—BoMndge. 


80 


■;^allov«e5  ^ongs,  Revised. 


SAFE  WITHIN  THE  VAIL. 


Arr.  by  J.  C.  Middleton. 


^ J — S.J^  _4  -j — ^ -J — -4S- 

1.  “ Land  a - 

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S— ^ — ^~i 

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I  am  safe  within  the  vail. 
^ ■«-  -*■ 


Drop  the  an  - chor  I furl  the  sail  I 


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lo.  74. 


pMixIaz 


I ! 


2 Onward,  bark  ! the  cape  I’m  rounding, 

See,  the  blessed  wave  their  hands ; 
Hear  the  harps  of  God  resounding 
From  the  bright  immortal  bands.  4 

3 There,  let  go  the  anchor,  riding 

On  this  calm  and  silv’ry  bay ; 


Sea-ward  fast  the  tide  is  gliding. 
Shores  in  sunlight  stretch  away. 

Now  we’re  safe  from  all  temptation, 
All  the  storms  of  life  are  past ; 
Praise  the  Eock  of  our  salvation, 
We  are  safe  at  home  at  last  I 


fallowed  fongs,  Revised. 


81 


HARWELL. 


& 7s. 

Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 

^ Fine. 


SEEg^ll 


^ «-j- 

- (Hail,  my  ev  - er  blessed  Je  - bus  I On  - ly  thee  I wish  to  sing;  ) 
* ( To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious,  Thou  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King.  ( 
D.  c.  Love  I much,  Pve  much  forgiv  - en—  I’m  a mir  - a - cle  of  grace  I 


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No.  75.  Blessed  Jesus. 


2 Once  with  Adam’s  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I lay  ; 

Swift  destruction  still  pursuing. 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way. 
Witness,  all  ye  host  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer’s  tenderness ; 

Love  I much,  I’ve  much  forgiven — 
I’m  a miracle  of  grace ! 

3 Shout,  ye  bright,  angelic  choir, 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above, 
Whilst,  astonished,  I admire 
God’s  free  grace  and  boundless  love. 
That  blest  moment  I received  him, 
Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace ; 
Love  I much,  I’ve  much  forgiven — 

I’m  a miracle  of  grace ! 

6 


82 


i^allowed  $cmg8,  Bevieed. 


SLTHAM.  7s.  Double. 

Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


- j Hast-en,  Lord,  the  glorious  time,  When,  beneath  Mes-si  - ah’s  sway,  1 
Ev  - ery  na  - tion,  ev  - ery  clime.  Shall  the  gos-  pel  call  o - bey.  f 


& 


=i=S=f^ 




^ 1 1 

^ ,.|  >Ti-« 1-4 N--i— 

— f^~~n 

’ — ^ - 



^ jij  __  <gj 

L 

Trr 

Mighties 

L'p-.'-  ^ 0^ 

it  kings  his  power  sha 
I N 1 

ml  of  

^ ^ ^ 

1 1 1 

lU  own ; Heathen  tribes  his  name  a • 
1 N 1 

Pi  . 

- dore ; 

-(5> — r » — !• — \m (S> 

r-  ‘r  - — h -t- 

Lj ^ 

- r 

—r  " 

n 

pj— 

4 

pi 

1 1 

a : 

N-i 

5- 

o 

9 W C?  • 

' 1 

Sa  - tan  and  his  host,  o’ 
^ ^ ^ t 

r i ^ 

erthrown.  Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

_ 1 - ' -P- 

pi— 

m — P 

9 

1 i 

1 

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— 

F“ 

L _i ^ [ 

1 1 

1 

No.  76.  Chrises  universal  reign. 

2 Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease ; 
Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain  ; 
Kighteousness,  and  joy,  and  peace, 
Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign. 
Bless  we,  then,  our  gracious  Lord ; 

Ever  praise  his  glorious  name ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record, — 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


fallowed  fongs,  IKevised. 


83 


THE  FAETHEH  SHOEE. 


S.  J.  Vail. 


1.  When  we  pass  thro’  yon-der  riv  - er,  When  we  reach  the  farth-er  shore, 


-^-S- 


‘=Si=.'^tz 


?=z=|*= 


There’s  an  end  of  war  for  - ev  - er ; We  shall  see  our  foes  no  more : 

(S.  ^ 


5=6= 


All  our  con  - diets  then  shall  cease,  All  our  con-flicts  then  shall  cease, 
0 .2 


:— feznz:t=$z:z: 


^ -g— g— j — »l- 

— 

^ tr  ^ • 6 -S- 

Follow’d  by  e - ter  - nal  \ 

)eace. 

1=1— B- 

> W t ^ 1” 

3. 

When  we  gain  the  heavenly  regions, 
When  we  touch  the  heavenly  shore— 
Blessed  thought — no  hostile  legions 
Can  alarm  or  trouble  more : 

B:  Far  beyond  the  reach  of  foes,  :1 
We  shall  dwell  in  sweet  repose. 


No.  77. 

2. 

After  warfare,  rest  is  pleasant ; 

Oh,  how  sweet  the  prospect  is  ! 
Though  we  toil  and  strive  at  present. 
Let  us  not  repine  at  this ; 

11:  Toil,  and  pain,  and  conflict  past,  :1! 
All  endear  repose  at  last. 


4. 

O that  hope ; how  bright,  how  glorious  1 
’Tis  his  people’s  blest  reward  ; 

In  the  Saviour’s  strength  victorious. 
They  at  length  behold  their  Lord : 

11:  In  his  kingdom  they  shall  rest,  :1| 
In  his  love  be  fuUy  blest. 


84 


3{laUow$d  ^ong$,  Revised. 


STAND  UP  POE  JESUS. 


Semi-  Chorus, 


Moderato. 


Asa  Hull.* 


-S-  f 


1.  Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  I Firm  as  a rock  on  ocean’s  strand  I 


r r 1 

f I - 1^  t ! 

tri  i 1 — 

1— — [ I—  \ 

J 

r-i'  ^ 

^ N 

1 

A_J^ ^ ^ ^ ^ — 

^ Beatbackthe  waves  of  sin  that  roll, ! 

i w 

Like  raging  floods,  arc 

(undthy  sou 

11 

Full  Chorus,  A little  faster. 


Unison, 


] I 

Stand  up  for  Je  - sus,  no-bly  standJ  Firm  as  a rock  on  ocean’s  strand  I 

-J-  J N 


^|4 

PI.:  ! ,.  ' 

j — ! — jl 

W $ g;:  -g-  $-  ^ 

Stand  up,  his  righteous 

g— g-g=f-- 

E>-^— gd 

1 cause  defend ; 
_ -<s>- 

e 

; Stand  up  for  Je  - sus,  y( 

J , 

_E ^ ^ ^ 

our  best  Friend. 

L ^_l 

£,..4— p 

No.  78. 

2 Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  I 
Sound  forth  his  name  o’er  sea  and  land ! 

Spread  ye  his  glorious  Word  abroad, 

Tifl  all  the  world  shall  own  him  L^rd  I — Chorus, 

3 Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand ! 

Lift  high  the  cross  with  steadfast  hand ! 
Till-heathen  lands  with  wondering  eye 
Its  rising  glory  shall  descry. — Chorus, 


4 Stand  up  for  Jesus,  Christian,  stand  I 
Soon  with  the  blest  immortal  band 
We’ll  dwell  for  aye,  life’s  journey  o’er. 

In  realms  of  light  on  heaven’s  bright  shore,— Chxmu, 


♦ From  “ S.  S.  Casket^''  by  permission. 


l^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


85 


TALMAE.  8s  & 7s. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


2z=^:zzp: 


1.  Listen  to  the  gen-tle  promptings  Of  the  Spir-it’s  warning  voice ; 


1.  Listen  to  the  gen-tle  promptings  Of  the  Spir-it’s  warning  voice ; 


Will  ye  heed  his  solemn  warnings  ? Can  ye  slight  his  wondrous  love  ? 


Will  ye  heed  his  solemn  warnings  ? Can  ye  slight  his  wondrous  love  ? 


No.  79. 

2 Sweetly  calling  on  the  erring, 

Pardons  offered  without  price ; 
Come,  and  round  the  altar  kneeling, 
Oh,  receive  the  offered  grace. 

3 Joy  and  hope  the  troubled  conscience 

Will  allay  with  soothing  peace  ; 
Press  ye,  then,  to  realms  of  glory ; 
Run  with  joy  the  offered  race. 

4 Hesitate  no  longer,  sinner, 

Lest  the  Spirit,  sad  and  grieved. 
Should  forsake  thee  now  and  ever, 
Never  more  to  be  deceived. 


86 


i^allowed  $o»98,  Bevi$e4. 


WILL  YOU  GO? 


No.  80.  IVillyougo? 

2 'We’re  going  to  walk  the  plains  of  light ; Will  you  go  ? 
Far,  far  from  the  curse  of  death  and  night ; Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  then  shall  wear, 

The  conqueror’s  palm  we  then  shall  bear, 

And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we’ll  share  ; Will  you  go  ? 

3 The  way  to  heaven  is  straight  and  plain ; Will  you  go  ? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again  ; Will  you  go  ? 

The  Saviour  cries  aloud  to  thee. 

Take  up  your  cross  and  follow  me. 

And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see.”  Will  you  go  ? 

4 Oh,  could  I hear  some  sinner  say,  '‘I  will  go;” 

Oil,  could  I hear  him  humbly  pray  “ Make  me  go 
And  all  his  old  companions  tell, 

“ I will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 

I long  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell ; Let  me  go. 


j^allowe4  ^ongs,  !K.evise4. 


87 


SWEET  LAND  OF  REST. 


uJ  t,  ' . I 

i ( Sweet  land  of  rest,  for  thee  I sigh  I When  will  the  mo  - ment  come, 
( And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home, And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home ; 


And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home ; I 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home,  f 


F — * m— 

U 1— _| U — 

No.  81.  Sweet  land  of  rest. 

2 No  tranquil  joys  on  earth  I know, 

No  peaceful,  sheltering  dome ; 

This  world’s  a wilderness  of  woe, 

:||:  This  world  is  not  my  home ; 

This  world’s  a wilderness  of  woe, 

This  world  is  not  my  home. 

3 To  Jesus  Christ  I sought  for  rest, 

He  bade  me  cease  to  roam ; 

But  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

:||:  And  he’d  conduct  me  home;  :||: 

But  fly  for  succor  to  his  breast, 

And  he’d  conduct  me  home. 

4 Weary  of  wand’ring  round  and  round 

This  vale  of  sin  and  gloom, 

I long  to  leave  th’  unhallowed  ground, 
:||:  And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home  ; :|1: 

I long  to  leave  th’  unhallowed  ground. 
And  dwell  with  Christ  at  home. 


88 


fallowed  $o«gs,  !K.evised. 


LOVE  DIVINE. 


J.  H.  Wilcox. 

--A 1 — 


SESEBflES 


■I — I — r _ 

1.  Love  di-  vine,  all  love  ex  - cell  - ing,  J oy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down  I 


-t — t- 


-i — ^ — -1- 


:ziti — igz  

y-j-  -J — 

^ ^ -S--3-  • |— r r 

Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwell-ii 

^-r  ^ •--r^  • (9  i 

Irl 

ig; 

2. 

Jzi^zzit: 
All  thy 

-f  ^ 

faith  - ful  mercies  crown ; 

Eg  :-£-^-£-Tg-B 

II  -4 1-j 

=S-^-3— S— S- 

Je-  BUS,  thou  art  all  comj 

-g:  '-t  ^ 

>as ' sion,  1 

--e- 

?ure,  uni 

J 1 ^ 1 1 

^ V -W  - 

)ound-ed  love  thou  art ; 

\-\\ 

.(22.  . 

.. g:_ 4g  ■ «>  :■ 

..^ZzblL' ^ ^ bJ 

:d^ 

.Mb— J «|J  — 

— — - 

Vis  - it  us  with  thy  sal 
b«-  Sr  -F-  • 
i 1 -b  . 1 1 j-- 

:3— ^ 

va  - tion, 

rf=2 

iz S— 

-5^zzig_ 
En  > ter 

-e  e 

i»- 

ev-  ery  tremblin] 
x¥=tlg=g: 

g heart. 

1 r 1 1 

-b-b 

No,  82. 

2 Breathe,  oh,  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 
Into  every  troubled  breast ; 

Let  us  all  thy  grace  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest ; 

Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 

End  the  work  of  thy  beginning. 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 


Hallowed  $ons$,  Revised. 


89 


R— -1 

SHumrs  WAY. 

, , S.  Maik. 

i-T—1 = — ! 

^ ^ ^ p. 

1.  The  pear  - ly  gates  are  o - pen  wide,  I 

-■ = 9 

see  the  bright  ar- 

tZS_J! d 

ray; 

ztz: I- 

r 

ft: 12— 1=— ^ 



Fine, 

On 

D.  s.  Whei 

i 

*e  ( 

• -T — ii— 

pi-.  ^ ^ 

nth  - er  side  Th< 
Christ’s  redeemed 

fcizj=*=^z 

ta 1 (®- 

- -S— P=??=zzUii 

^ 1 — 1 — r 

3 an  - gels  glide,  To 
inun  ion  walk  The 

H*-  -tf-  -0. 

:=gzz=g=«z=5^ 

■ s -wt 

keep  the  shin-ing 
shin-ing  way  of 

way. 

God. 

ms 

^ 1 f — 

r 

4 ->  _1 1 

5-*_S=:ilzz=:«z: 

1=— 1 U_j 

-al— g- 

- , 

XkH m — 

^ And 

— c 

Z 

f--—9 5— W— 

i - on’s  children 
, jsl.  .at. 

f-^-3-:S=S= 

learn  to  find  The  ^ 
^ er.  at 

E— f:=zf-E 

^ » L 

way  by  an -gels  i 

aizH: 

trod, 

-(S.  . 

Uo.  83. 

^ — t— 

-P- — ^ — ^zznjpzzt 

1 — r-  1 — -| — ^ 

The  shining  way. 

S--—  4- 
1 

2 When  storms  arise,  and  darkness  clouds 

The  faithful  pilgrim’s  way, 

The  angels  glide  Ou  either  side, 

To  drive  the  clouds  away. 

And  brighter  gleams  the  morning  light 
Behind  the  gentle  rod ; 

For  Christ’s  redeemed  more  clearly  see 
The  shining  way  of  God. 

3 And  soon  they  walk  the  golden  streets,-— 

JN'ot  slighted  and  alone, 

On  either  side  The  angels  glide, 

To  lead  them  to  the  throne  : 

And  there  they  wear  a starry  crown, 

While  mortals  tire  and  plod; 

® redeemed  are  kings  who  praise 
ihe  shicing  way  of  God.— F.  Ellis. 


90 


^allowefl  ^ongs,  !K.evi8ed. 


WILLOW-DALE.  C.  M.  Dontle. 


1- 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 
1 K.  I I- 


, ( Earth’s  stormy  night  will  soon  be  o’er,  The  raging  wind  shall  cease ; ) 
* ( The  Christian’s  bark  will  reach  the  shore  Of  heaven’s  eternal  peace ; J 

D.  c.  The  Sun  of  Righteousness  is  near,  And  terrors  take  their  flight. 


I I 


gii 


I ( i 


E’en  now  the  distant  rays  appear,  To  chase  the  gloom  of  night. 


-t — t'-i — f 


Uo.  84.  EartJCs  shadowy  years. 


2 The  precious  jewels  Jesus  sent 
To  be  our  solace  here, 

Were  only  for  a season  lent. 

They’re  shining  brighter  there. 
And  we  shall  soon  their  lovely  forms 
In  glorious  robes  behold ; 

Shall  sing  with  them  in  angels’  songs, 
With  harps  of  shining  gold. 

3 Earth’s  shadowy  years  will  soon 

be  o’er — 

Heaven’s  blissful  morn  arise. 

And  sorrow’s  night  will  then  no 
more 

O’ercloud  our  weeping  eyes. 


Then  will  the  Lord  of  life  and  love 
Unveil  his  beaming  face  ; 

And  never  from  our  sight  remove 
The  bright  celestial  rays. 

4 In  that  blest  place  no  loved  ones 
part; 

No  mourning  there,  no  sighs; 

For  God  himself  will  gently  wipe 
All  sorrow  from  their  eyes. 

There  everlasting  peace  and  joy, 
And  transport  shall  be  thine ; 
Praise  shall  our  utmost  powers  em- 
ploy 

In  melody  divine. 


:^aUowe4  ^ongs,  levised. 


91 


ALETTA.  7s.  Clines. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbtjet. 


No.  85.  Hand  in  hand  to  heaven. 

2 All  our  works  in  thee  be  wrought — 

Leveled  at  one  common  aim ; 
Every  word  and  every  thought 
Purge  in  the  refining  flame ; 

Lead  us  through  the  paths  of  peace, 
On  to  perfect  holiness. 

3 Let  us  altogether  rise, 

To  thy  glorious  life  restored : 

Here  regain  our  paradise, 

Here  prepare  to  meet  our  Lord ; 
Here  enjoy  the  earnest  given ; 

Travel  hand  in  hand  to  heaven. 


92 


fallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


ANGELS  HOVBEING  ROUND. 


-1 — 

4 1 _J_, , n 

1-  - — 1 _r^  « m da  ^ ^1 

^ : "im-  ^99  9 9^»  9 

1.  There  are  an-gels  hov’ring  round.  There  are  an-g< 

_ _ ^ 9 9 9 9 9 --P-  f 

}ls  hov’ring  round, 

1-  ^ _-g-  • _ 

— 9-^-9— \ 

1 — t- x 

j j (S>— -- 

Eisr  — ir  \i  ± 

•jro.  86. 


A ngels  hovering  round. 


To  carry  the  tidings  home, 

To  carry  the  tidings  home, 

To  carry  the  tidings,  the  tidings  home. 


/ 3 To  the  new  Jerusalem, 

To  the  new  Jerusalem, 

To  the  new,  the  new  Jerusalem. 


4 Poor  sinners  are  coming  home, 

Poor  sinners  are  coming  home, 

Poor  sinners,  sinners  are  coming  home. 

6 And  Jesus  bids  them  come, 

And  Jesus  bids  them  come, 

And  Jesus,  Jesus  bids  them  come. 

6 There’s  glory  all  around,  ^ 

There’s  glory  all  around, 

There’s  glory,  glory  all  around. 


i^allowed  ®ong$,  Bevi$$d. 


93 


GOING  HOME.  L.  M. 


2:3:0  ■ z; 

i ^ 

1 n 

_i  1 1 

-] 

1 —1  r 

0.1  1 

i ^ m ^ 

n 

i 

c2  ^ — 

r » 

r 

<9 

- ( Mj  heavenly  home  is  bright  and  fair ; I^or  pain,  nor 

* ( Its  glittering  towers  the  sun  out  - shine  ; That  heavenly 


^ .A.  • .g.  ^ ^ I « 

3==|»==i»=i:pe2=2==:*=S==^=q=t===rqj=^ 


Chorus, 


death  can  en  - ter  there  ; ) I’m  go  - ing  home,  I’m  go  - ing 
man  - sion  shall  be  mine  ; ) To  die  no  more,  to  die  no 


. 1 1 1 

J/  g 1 

1 =5  ^ -s 

^ ’ 

home, 

more, 

^ . 

— — 

I’m  go  - ing 
I’m  go  - ing 

2 iS 

— ^ — i 

home,  to  die  i 

home,  to  die  i 

^ . « . i 

1 

10 

10 

A 

*— t " ^ 

more  ; ) 
more.  J 

• 

ts> — =• — 

P p : — p . 

^ f 

^ \ 

1 

\ 

» 

]fo.  87.  The  heavenly  home. 

2 My  Father’s  house  is  built  on  high, 

Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky  : 

When  from  this  earthy  prison  free, 

That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be 
I’m  going  home,  <fec. 

8 Let  others  seek  a home  below, 

Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o’erflow 
Be  mine  a happier  lot  to  own 
A heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 
I’m  going  home,  &c. 


94 


^fallowed  $cmgs,  Bewsed. 


Moderaio  Legato, 


GOD  IS  LOVE. 

K I ..I 


W.  H.  Eobeets. 


El^ESSE 


»— — at -u 

, j Depth  of  mer-cy  ! can  there  be  Mer-  cy  still  re-served  for  me  ? ) 

* ( Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear  ? Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? ) 

S- -|g- » ^ I 


Chorus,  Faster — Staccato, 


% 

m 

1 --  # 

1 

1 ^ 

is 

^—8 

\ — s 

: S 

i_Lg 

1 — z 

-S 

s 

m 

! 5_J 

— 

He  weeps,  and  loves  me 


still. 


— — b 

No.  88.  Mercy  for  the  chief  of  sinners. 

2 I have  long  withstood  his  grace 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  : 

Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls; 

Grieved  him  by  a thousand  falls. 

God  is  love,  <kc. 

3 Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 

Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 

Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore, 

Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

God  is  love,  <kc. 

4 There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands ; 

Shows  his  wounds,  and  spreads  his  hands; 
God  is  love  I I know,  I feel ; 

Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

God  is  love,  &c. — C,  Wesley, 


3^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


95 


LOED,  REVIVE  US. 


, j Sav-iour,  vis  - it 
■^*  j All  will  come  to 


tion,  Grant  us, 
tion,  Un  - less 


Lord,  a gra  - cious  rain ; ) 

thou  re  - turn  a - gain.  J Lord,  re  - vive  us,  oh,  re- 


vive us ; Lord,  re  - vive  thy  work  in  me ; Good  Lord,  re- 


vive us,  oh,  re -vive  us;  All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


No.  89.  Prayer  for  revival. 

2 Keep  no  longer  at  a distance, 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high. 

Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance. 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die, 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

3 Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent, 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers ; 

Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant. 
Shun  the  world’s  bewitching  snares. 
Lord,  revive  us,  &c. 

4 Break  the  tempter’s  fatal  power, 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 

And  begin,  from  this  good  hour 
To  revive  the  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us,  &c. — Newton, 


96 


;^aUowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


WHO’S  LIKE  JESUS. 


No.  90, 


\$ 


-I 1 u 


1 ^ -S-.  -S- 

think  and  sing,  Oh,  who’s  like  Je  - bus,  He  died  on  the  tree. 


m 


r^— -g- 


-4S5_ 


r 


gl—J 

=j z^sr=r^-^ 

-1 

4 i 

j 

t — i 

t; 

1 -Wh  H0>'- 

Yes,  he  died  for  you,  and  he  died  for  me.  He  died  to  S( 

^ ^ ^ 1-- ±7  ^ 0 « 4 

it  poor 

1 m 

7T\.  S EE  K K L-  Lii  S ^ 1 . 

» » w w w w • w ' ! . Ml 

n "t  t ! ! 1 ! tz  t: 

1 te: 1 ^ 1 LL 

— ^ r f 

— r 

4 - 

4 — p-| p. 

J ""  J ^ 

j&  i 

s:»  m ^ r 

^ • 

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sin-ners  free,  Oh,  who’s  like  Je  - sus,  He 

^ .■■§■  -e-  r— ^-T 

^ ^ -9-  , -€^- 

died  on  the 

a 

-s?-  . 
tree. 

lh^_l 

— ^ L-— J — Lf ==^- ,- 

1 

P-F 

¥-  f 

' 

l^allowed  $o»98,  Revised. 


97 


MOEE  LIEE  JESUS. 

F.  C.  Gough. 


No.  91. 


2 More  like  Jesus,  more  like  Jesus  would  I be  ; 

More  like  Jesus  iu  his  meekness, 

Like  him  gentle  and  forgiving ; 

Harmless  like  him,  like  him  in  his  charity. 

3 More  like  Jesus,  more  like  Jesus  would  I be ; 

More  like  Jesus,  watchful,  prayerful, 

Like  him  striving,  ever  doing ; 

Earnest  like  him,  like  him  in  fidelity. 

4 Blessed  Jesus,  come,  and  make  me  all  like  thee; 

Make  me  like  thee  in  my  spirit, 

In  my  walk  and  conversation, 

Make  me  like  thee,  like  thee  in  all  purity. 

5 Then  in  heaven  let  me  ever  dwell  with  thee  ; 

To  behold  thee  in  thy  glory, 

And  to  praise  thee,  O my  Saviour, 

Where  thy  smile  shall  wrap  my  soul  in  ecstacy. 

^ Rev.  F.  Merrick^  D.D. 


98 


^ongs,  Revised, 


CONGREGATIOITAL  OEOEUS. 

Let  the  people  praise  thee^  O God,  let  all  the  people  praise  thee^ 

Philip  Phillips. 


iS=3 

^ 1 — j 1 

1 1 H-T- 

a -/-r:;- . ' -<  - 

^ i,J  ■■  1 ^ 

1.  Yes,  let  our  con  - gre  - ga-tibns  sing,  And  let  our  earth -ly 

, r-n 1- 


^ ^ 1 

tem-ples  ring  With  hymns  of  joy  from  ev  - ery  soul.  In 

-! 1- 


f 


ev  - ery  church  from  pole  to  pole.  Let  all  u - nit  - ed 


-I- 


rj— 


I— n 0 1— T 

^ -j 


join,  and  raise  TEl{s  old  fa  - mil  - iar  song  of  praise : 


COMONJlTION,  Chorus  to  1st  Verse. 
Firm. 


1.  Oh,  for  a thousand  tongues  to  sing  My  great  Redeemer’s  praise 


jm («_ 


li— 1*= 


1 1 1- 


-t — i- 


— |_pJ I— 


The  glo-ries  of  my  God  and  King,  The  triumphs  of  his  grace ; 

^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ J ^ . 


;^alIowed  ^ongs,  !K>evi3ed. 


99 


— 1 — !- 

rn^-r’-i— 

r~i  -4 

r-J 1 

i 

i— 

:3 — 

- 

> f * 

The  glo-ries  of  my  God  and  King,  The  triumphs  of . . . . his  grace. 


l^=t 


■*1 ^ -I *1 \ H 

OJLJO  SUJVDJRliJD.  Chorus  to  2d  Voice, 


-E— = 

=|-qH  H-^  q 

1 1 r 

m=l=§-i 

Praise 

1^-2=^— 

God,  from 

& 

whom  all 
=P— g- 

blessings 
— g— 

flow ; Praise 

1 

him,  all 

-~^=¥=f 

-1 , 

-t=z=z[i=z: 

^ L 


E|E£g^Eg 


crea  - tures  here  be  - low ; Praise  him  a - bove,  ye 


— U 1 1. 


^z=-==— r: 


-==]= 


:=li 


H ^ 


ESEiES: 


1 ^ ^ 
heaven -ly  host ; Praise  Fa  - ther,  Son,  and  Ho  - ly  Ghost. 


iEpiEE 


-J — 

Uo.  92. 

2 0 rapturous  music,  how  sublime ! 

I wept  and  thought  the  olden  time 
Of  Watts’  and  Wesley’s  earnest  throng 
Had  with  its  flame  inspired  the  song ; 
Oh,  let  us  sing  with  one  accord, 

Join  heart  and  voice  to  praise  the  Lord. 
Chorus. — Praise  God,  <fec. 


zzzzztiz 


100 


l^allowed  fongs,  Revised. 


FOEEVEE  WITH  THE  LOED. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


1.  “For-ev-er  with  the  Lord/^A-men,  so  let  it  be;  Life 


1 1 1 , J 

S •'  s s ^ 

* i 

from  the  dead  is 

— • — t — 

in  that  word : ’Tis 

1 im  - mor-tal  - i - 

ty* 

-0L 

-to-  . to — to— S - 

^ ^ jftL 

r-&i-n 

1 1 1 

i 

T tp-— 1 1—" 

n — rj- 

— I j_ 

H 

1 — I--H — d— r 

:z 

L 

■< g — -4— — E 

Tl 

□ 1 

g— ; i 

P 2 " " ' 0 

T 1 

Here  ii 

MB 

Q tl 

B.  . ^ 

r 

le  bod-  j pent,  Ab  - sent  from  him  I roam;  Yet 
^ ^ -f-  -P*  • P P P 1 

^ ^ 

“4 

b 

0>—t i — 

r 

$ong$^  Bevieed, 


101 


izn  z:^=:=r: 


ztfzr-B^— -^z^=Sz=g=i 

^ w 9 I I I 

Near  - er  home,  near  - er  home,  A day’s  march  nearer  home. 


qe:  ^ 


1 f- 


Ko.  93. 

2 My  Father’s  house  on  high, 

Home  of  my  soul,  how  near. 

At  times,  to  faith’s  aspiring  eye 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  I 
Ah,  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I love ; 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints — 
Jerusalem  above ; 

Home  above,  home  above, 

Jerusalem  above. 

8 Yet  doubts  still  intervene, 

And  all  my  comfort  flies : 

Like  Noah’s  dove,  I flit  between 
Rough  seas  and  stormy  skies : 

Anon  the  clouds  depart, 

The  wind  and  waters  cease. 

While  sweetly  o’er  my  gladden’d  heart 
Expands  the  bow  of  peace ; 

Bow  of  peace,  bow  of  peace. 

Expands  the  bow  of  peace. 

4 So,  when  my  latest  breath 

Shall*rend  the  vail  in  twain. 

By  death  I shall  escape  from  death, 
And  life  eternal  gain ; 

Knowing  “ as  I am  known,” 

How  shall  I love  that  word, 

And  oft  repeat  before  the  throne, 

“ Forever  with  the  Lord 
With  the  Lord,  with  the  Lord, 

“ Forever  with  the  Lord.” 


102 


fallowed  ^onga,  Revised. 


COME,  CROWN  AND  THRONE. 


'^Having promise  of  the  life  that  now  is^  and  of  that  which  is  to  comei^'' 

G.  B.  Looms.* 


1.  These  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  wear,  When  all  thy  saints  are 


-*-s— i- 


1.  These  are  the  crowns  that  we  shall  wear, When  all  thy  saints  are 


i 


i 


crowned;  These  are  the  palms  that  we  shall  bear  .On 


P 


crowned ; These  are  the  palms  that  we  shall  bear  On 


yon  - der  ho  - ly  ground,  On  yon  - der  ho  - ly 


zg==i=:  : =S=  =*==S  - 


yon  - der  ho  - ly  ground,  On  yon  - der  ho  - ly 

I N 


zf^z=iz=B—: 


* From  “ /Singing  Pilgriin.'' 


Ilallowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


103 


ground,  On  yon  - der  ho  - ly  ground ; These  are  the 
-I h pa« — 


=8= 


. ■> ^ 

ground,  On  yon  - der  ho  - ly  ground ; These  are  the 


q^-z^=im=, 


:^=J~ 


f- 


that  we  shall  bear  On  yon  - der  ho  - ly  ground. 

W IV--.-  N 


~w  ^ w • _ 

palms  that  we  shall  bear  On  yon  - der  ho  - ly  ground. 


No.  94. 

2 These  are  the  robes,  unsoiled  and  white, 

Which  we  shall  then  put  on, 

When  foremost  ’mong  the  sons  of  light, 

We  sit  on  yonder  throne. 

3 That  is  the  city  of  the  saints, 

Where  we  so  soon  shall  stand. 

When  we  shall  strike  these  desert-tents, 

And  quit  this  desert-land. 

4 Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain ! 

And  welcome  sorrow,  too ! 

All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 

With  such  a prize  in  view. 

5 Come,  crown  and  throne ; come,  robe  and  pahn ; 

Burst  forth,  glad  stream  of  peace ! 

Come,  holy  city  of  the  Lamb ! 

Rise,  Sun  of  Righteousness ! — Bonar, 


104 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


THE  LIVING  WELL. 


Whosoever  drinketh  of  the  water  that  I shall  give  him^  shall  never  thirst'' 

Philip  Phillips.* 
J 1 4 


Cheerful, 


-I- 


4- 


4- 


m 


I 


1.  On  the  cross  where  Christ  hung  bleeding,  Streams  of  love  for- 


f=.S=S=::^=i- 


ev  - er  flow ; Thro’  the  Saviour's  in-ter-ced-ing,  We  that  bless-ed 


f=F^=*z 


^ 1 1 — 1 

« — ai -d ^ m ; 


stream  may  know.  Oh,  my  heart,  be  filled  completely.  And  in  grateful 
' « • -1*^  i*-  -?»- 


love  re  - joice  I Je  - sus  speaks  so  gently,  sweetly,  Lis-ten  to  his 


Pi 


:*=f- 


f-  -g- 


VJ-!*- 


1 1- 


* i^rom  “ Singing  FUgrim." 


i^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


105 


1 1 

Chorus* 

1 1 1 1 

-yS  

J ! 1 

^ ' 

^ — H— 

— s( — s — s — !— 

—9 — — 9 g— 

-2 — g — 2 — J 

J ' ^ 

* ‘ ‘ 

‘ ‘ ^ 

love-ly  voice.  Drink,  and  you’ll  be  thirsty  never,  Drink,  and  you  shall 


^ -1 

e 1 

m j 

m — p 

1 — 1 

1 — 1 

1 — 1 

1 — ' 

1 , — Lj. J 1 

t — 1 

I — L 

-9t 1 J d 1 n 1 1 1—1 

— s — i — i — i — 5 — 3 — 

— ■! ^ ^ — j — — 

live  for  ev  - er ; Drink,  0 drink 

! Drink,  0 drink  ! Drink,  0 

-(*-  -(*■  -p- 

drink ! 

— 1« ■ — I*  1 — — » P ^ 

^ ^ h — F 1 — ^-1 1 — “ 

9=9^=9 


Drink,  O drink ! Drink,  0 drink ! Drink  of  the  wa-ter  of 


No.  95. 

2 Though  our  way  is  often  dreary, 

And  in  gloom  the  sky  is  clad : 

Though  the  steps  grow  faint  and  weary, 

And  the  heart  is  sick  and  sad ; 

There^s  a well  of  living  pleasure, 

Every  night  and  morning  too, 

Flowing  in  exhaustless  measure. 

Ever  blessing,  ever  new.  Drink,  <fec. 

3 We  may  ever  have  that  fountain, 

Welling  with  exhaustless  flow, 

In  the  valley,  on  the  mountain, 

Wheresoe’er  our  steps  may  go 
As  we  drink,  a holy  beauty 

Fills  our  souls,  so  washed  and  blest, 

And  our  hands  grow  strong  for  duty, 

And  our  weary  hearts  find  rest.  Drink,  <fec. 


106 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


THE  FUTURE  REST. 


“ Fear  not^  little  flocks  for  it  is  your  Father's  good  pleasure  to  give  you  the  kingdom  f 

S.  J.  Vail. 


— dVi— 

N 

j— j — ^ — IS 1 

— pi^zn)^— i— n 

zi-^-S=S-i-. 

1.  We  shall  meet  no  more  to  sev-er,  By  - and-by,  by  - and-by  ; 


— p‘=F  ^ 

L 

^ ■ C 

zMz 

?= 


And  the  darkness  will  be  o - ver,  By  - and-by,  by  - and-by ; 

jm,  m.  > JT5 


N — 1 

— 1 -ts — 1 

r-1 

& — g — g— g— g- 

With  the  toilsome  ^ 
.0.  . 

T^^sf  1 1 1 1 r 

journey  done, 

j0.  .0.  ^ • 

And  the  glorious 

bat  - tie  won, 
-g-  ^ • 

^=1^ 

1 — 1-  ]g^  t 

L k — {- U 

I-^f— J ^ ft? fn 

1 — jc: ! 1 — i*^ 1 n 

ad  . -ig.^z=:^=j 

^:S-  : 

0 ^ ® • 

1 

F 

1 

S — 0 

W e shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun, 
« ^ 1 1 

By  - and-by, 

by- 

■•-.  al 

and-by. 

^;g  0 0 0 0 \ 

■ - r 0-...r ■ 

■|« ' L ' ' ' k * ^ ' 

k 

L-, k 

-tr  5 ^ 

‘-I 

^ “ 

JIaUovwed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


107 


_n« — ^ ^ ^ 

^ 

h— ^ 

1 

Lg-  w ^ 

-1 

We  shall  meet  no  ] 

more  to  se 
.(g- 

ijg  m — i* 

-d 

v-er, 

- -g- 

By  - and-by, 

^ A .g.  . 

~-m « — 

by  - and-by ; 

„ 

XT. 

-Wf 10 10 — : — 

4 — g — t- 

_|0 10 — 1 

4 g — ^ 

pi  -N  -J 

‘ d " " 1’'"  'i 

J---  -gi:3=d— - 

T • f » -iT . 

And  the  darkness  will  be  o - ver, 

By  - and-by,  by  - and-by. 

rq  _ 

^ -g.  .g.  JS. 

:jg  |g  g — ^ 

— — 

_tzz-W — k — ( — 

No.  96. 

2 Done  with  all  the  earth’s  delusion, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by : 

War  and  strife  and  sin’s  confusion, 
By-and-by,  by-and-by ; 

We  shall  rest  our  pilgrim  feet 
On  the  shores  where  loved  ones  meet. 
There  to  dwell  in  bliss  complete, 
By-and-by,  by-and-by. — Chorus. 

3 We  shall  see  and  be  like  Jesus 

By-and-by,  by-ahd-by ; 

He  a crown  of  life  will  give  us, 
By-and-by,  by-and-by; 

And  the  angels  who  fulfill 
All  the  mandates  of  his  will. 

Shall  attend  and  love  us  still, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. — Chorus. 

4 Then  with  robes  of  snowy  whiteness, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by; 

And  with  crowns  of  dazzling  brightness, 
By-and-by,  by-and-by ; 

There  our  storms  and  perils  passed. 

And  with  glory  ours  at  last, 

We’ll  possess  the  kingdom  vast, 
By-and-by,  by-and-by. — Chorus. 


108 


l^allowed  ^ong$,  Bevised. 


SHALL  WE  GATHEE  AT  THE  EIVEE. 

“ / will  gather  you  from  all  nations.'^'* 

Rev.  R.  Lowry.* 


^ ^ Trio.— SOPRANO.  , 

— ! 1 — N— 1- 

-—■ 1 1 ' K~r 

^ m • : 

1.  Shall  we  gath-er  at  the  riv  - er,  Where  bright  angel  feet  have 

^ , alto. 

1 K -1.  IS-n~T 

— — j 1 ■■,,  ^ y - 

^ ^ 

1.  Shall  we  gath-er  at  the  riv  - er,  ^ 

JV'here  bright  angel  feet  have 
=JzzzJzz= J^=s^ : 

— r=p^=^-=^=  -p  "-f— 

i-A^W  1 — 

J— ^ ^ J 5J— J 

trod,  With  its  crys-tal  tide  for  - ev  - er  Flow-ing 


trod,  With  its  crys-tal,  tide  for  - ev^-  er  Flow-ing 


Chorus  .—TENOR. 


-w=m- 


by  the  throne  of  God?  Yes,  we’ll  gather  at  the  riv  - er,  The 

N 


— I ^ — \ a(- 


by  the  throne  of  God?  Yes,  we’ll  gather  at  the  riv  - er.  The 

Sfez:sz=s— S=it=^  zt 


* From  Happy  Voices.' 


109 


beau  - ti  - ful,  the  beau-  ti  - ful  riv  - er ; Gath-er  with  the 

Ks li: . . 1--, — 


beau  - ti  - ful,  the  beau-  ti  - ful  riv  - er  ; Gath-er  with  the 

=0?=:gzzze±i 


sai^s  at  the  riv  - er  That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God 


saints  at  ^ the  riv  - er  That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 


No.  97. 


2 On  the  margin  of  the  i^ver. 

Washing  up  its  sily<^r  spray, 

We  will  walk  and  wdrship  ever, 

All  the  happy,  golden  day. — Chorus. 

S Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river. 

Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 

Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 

And  provide  a robe  and  crowa — Chorus, 

4 At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Mirror  of  ; iihe  Saviour’s  face, 

Saints  ^j^om  death  will  never  sever 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. — Chorus, 

5 Soon  we*  11  reach  the  silver  river. 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease  ; 

Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
-r  With  the  melody  of  peace. — Chorus. 


110 


l^allowed  $o»g$,  Bewised. 


I WILL  SING  FOR  JESUS. 

Singing  and  making  melody  in  your  heart  to  the  Lord.'^ 


Philip  Phillips.* 


* From  “ The  Singing  Pilgrim.' 


:$allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


Ill 


Je  - SU3,  me  tell  the  sto  - ry  Of  him  who 


sus, 


Help  me  tell  the  sto  - ry  Of  him  who 


— 0 — d * 

did  re  - deem  us,  The 

p-t— 1 

Lord  of  life  and  glo  - ry. 

> 

1 ^ ~J 1 1 — 1 U_ 

— g d-i 

did  re  - deem  us,  The 

Lord  of  life  and  glo  - ry. 

^ ^ ^ “1^ — L T. U 

!= 

No,  98. 

2 Can  there  overtake  me 
Any  dark  disaster, 

While  I sing  for  Jesus, 

My  blessed,  blessed  Master  ? 

Gho. — Oh,  help  me  sing,  <kc. 

S I will  sing  for  Jesus  ! 

His  name  alone  prevailing. 

Shall  be  my  sweetest  musict 
When  heart  and  flesh  are  failing. 

Cho. — Oh,  help  me  sing,  <kc. 

4 Still  I’ll  sing  for  J esus ! 

Oh,  how  will  I adore  him, 

Among  the  cloud  of  witnesses, 

Who  cast  their  crowns  before  him. 

Cho, — Oh,  help  me  sing,  <fee 

Mrs,  Ellen  H,  Gates. 


112 


J^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


LET  ME  GO. 


Eev.  L.  Habtsough*. 


1.  Let  me  go  where  saints  are  going,  To  the  mansions  of  the 

^ 0t 0—^ 


EiESE 


:l«z=|*z 


m 


^ *"  * U 

blest ; Let  me  go  where  my  Re  - deem-er  Has  pre- 

^ M ^ • Mm  ^ ^ -I?-  , -I?- 


B 


zttzzgz 


pared  his  peo-ple’s  rest ; I would  gain  the  realms  of 
Chorus.  Let  me  go!  Tis  Je  - sus 
* ; -f'  - I . ^ Iff:  qe 


3zzzi : ^EEEi  zz  zi^izizz:^ 


brightness,  Where  they  dwell  for  ev  - er  - more ; I would 

calls  me ; Let  me  gain  the  realms  of  day  ! Bear  me 


k ' r 

* Bj/  permission  of  Rev.  H.  Mattison, 


J^allowed  $ongs,  Bevieed. 


113 


Repeat  Chorus. 


=Z^IZ 


:i3ESr 


=S:=i: 


^=J=Sz:b3 


join  the  friends  that  wait  me,  O - ver  on 
o - ver,  an  - gel  pin  - ions,  Longs  my  soul  to 


shore. 

way. 


No.  99. 

2 Let  me  go  where  none  are  weary, 

Where  is  raised  no  wail  or  woe ; 

Let  me  go,  and  bathe  my  spirit 
In  the  raptures  angels  know : 

Let  me  go  1 for  bliss  eternal 
Lures  my  soul  away,  away ; 

And  the  victors’  song  triumphant 

Thrills  my  heart — I cannot  stay. — Cho, 

3 Let  me  go ! why  should  I tarry  ? 

What  has  earth  to  keep  me  here  ? 

What,  but  cares  and  toils  and  sorrows? 

What,  but  death  and  pain  and  fear  ? 

Let  me  go!  for  hopes  most  cherished 
Blasted  round  me  often  lie  ; 

Oh  1 I’ve  gathered  brightest  flowers, 

But  to  see  them  fade  and  die. — Cho. 

4 Let  me  go  where  tears  and  sighing 

Are  for  evermore  unknown ; 

Where  the  joyous  songs  of  glory 
Call  me  to  a happier  home  : 

Let  me  go  ! — I’d  cease  this  dying ; 

I would  gain  life’s  fairer  plains ; 

Let  me  join  the  myriad  harpers  ! 

Let  me  chant  their  rapt’rous  strains ! — Gho, 

5 Let  me  go ! there  is  a glory 

That  my  soul  hath  longed  to  know  ; 

I am  thirsting  for  the  waters 

That  from  crystal  fountains  flow : 

There  is  where  the  angels  tarry ; 

There  the  saved  forever  throng ; 

There  the  brightness  wearies  never ; 

There  I’ll  sing  Redemption’s  song. — Oho, 

8 


114 


^aUowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


HOME  OF  THE  SOUL. 

And  there  shall  in  nowise  enter  into  it  any  thing  that  defileth." 


Moderato  e Affettuoso, 


Philip  Phillips.* 


1.  I will  sing  you  a song  of  that  beau  - ti  - ful  land,  The 

""  I - > ^ 


zt*=: 


P,b  -4.V— ■ 

—4 N — N-r 

./LW.l «a 

ftVr 

vl/  ^ J ^ 

..  -^r. — ill — ^ — 

^ t = 

years  of  e • ter  - ni  - ty  rol 

: _ aJl  ^ m 

-35  ■■  <£5»  ■ gp  ^ 

1 ; Where  no  storms  ev-er  1 

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L£ — LLU — i^-J 

42 'i«  M— 

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* From  “ Singing  Pilgrim'' 


;^3llowe4  $01^9$,  Revised. 


115 


Ko.  100.  ^ 

2 Oh,  that  home  of  the  soul,  in  my  visions  and  dreams, 

Its  bright  jasper  waUs(  I ©an  see, 

Till  I fancy  but  thinly  the  Vale  intervenes 
Between  the  fair  city  and  me. 

3 There  the  great  tree  of  life  in  its  beauty  doth  grow, 

And  the  river  of  life  floweth  by, 

For  no  death  ever  dSnters  that  city  you  know. 

And  nothing.,tha4;  maketh  a fie. 

4 That  unchang^ble  home  is  for  you  and  for  me, 

Where  Jesus  of  Nazareth  stands ; 

The  King  of'  all  kingdoms  forever  is  he, 

And  he  haldeth  our  crowns  in  his  hands. 

6 Oh,  how  sw|fet  it  will  be  in  that  beautiful  land. 

So  free  from  all  sorrow  and  pain ! 

With  songs  on  our  lips,  and  with  harps  in  our  hands, 

To  meet  one  another  again. — Mrs.  Ellen  H.  Gates, 


“Now  I saw  in  my  Dream  that  these  two  men  went  in  at  the  Gate ; and  lo,  as 
they  entered,  they  were  transfigured,  and  they  had  Raiment  put  upon  them  that 
shone  like  Gold.  There  was  also  that  met  them  with  Harps  and  Crowns,  and 
gave  to  them,  the  Harps  to  praise  withal,  and  the  Crowns  in  token  of  honor 
Then  I heard  in  my  Dream  that  all  the  Bells  in  the  City  rang  again  for  joy,  and 
that  it  was  said  unto  them,  Enter  ye  into  the  joy  of  yovr  Lord.  Now  just  as  the 
Gates  w^ere  opened  to  let  in  the  men,  I looked  in  after  them,  and  behold,  the  City 
shone  like  the  Sun  ; the  Streets  also  were  paved  with  Gold,  and  in  them  walked 
many  men,  with  Crowns  on  their  heads.  Palms  in  their  hands,  and  Harps  to  sing 
praises  withal.  After  that  they  shut  up  the  gates,  which  when  I had  seen  I 
wished  myself  among  them.” 


116 


l^allowed  fongs,  Revised. 


THE  WORLD  IS  MY  PARISH. 

“Z.<7 ! I am  with  you  alway^  even  unto  the  end  of  the  worhl.^* 


Phillips  and  O’Kanb.* 


— i , 

1^— ’ — n- 

n — r ^ 

(\-p  1 

__  A a 

m i 

— 

— ~ : -H — d-J— J — S 

■j  “ 

^ m — ^ — 

r — 

tf  -5 

work  ii 

i h 

is  vine-yard,  he  < 
»-  -f 

3alls  you  to  - < 

^ • -a'-  ^ 

I Iwl 

day ; The  night  is  a 

P- 

9 — 

® — f 

9 — m — ^ — 1* — — 

9 

r-  l—LL'-  ■ L-  ...i. 

-fz 1 

I . I 

I*  -V  ^ 

U I 

r ^ 

V -3 

I 

proachingjwhen  no  man  can  la-bor,  Our  Master  commands  us,  and 


Chorus, 


-l-n— — 

^ 1 -X 

1 

-J  -f-c 

shall  we  de- 
l'll 

*3.-.  “ 

lay?  The  field  is  the  "w 

g^g- 

orldlThef 

:^-p_ 

ield  is  the  wc 

>rld  I Look 

4?i-p 

1 1 — r 


* From  “ Singing  Pilgrim  i 


117 


Ho.  101. 

2 Our  field  is  the  world,  and  our  work  is  before  us, 

To  each  is  appointed  a message  to  bear ; 

At  home  or  abroad,  in  the  cottage  or  palace, 

Wherever  directed,  our  mission  is  there. 

Our  field  is  the  world,  cfec. 

3 Perhaps  we  are  called  from  the  highways  and  hedges, 

To  gather  the  lowly,  despised,  and  oppressed; 

If  this  be  our  duty,  then  why  should  we  falter, 

We’ll  do  it,  and  trust  to  our  Saviour  the  rest. 

Our  field  is  the  world,  <fec. 

4 O’er  islands  that  sleep  in  the  wave-crested  ocean. 

We’ll  scatter  the  truth,  and  its  fruit  it  shall  bear; 

O’er  ice-covered  regions,  and  rock-girded  mountains. 

The  Lord  will  protect,  as  his  children  are  there 
Our  field  is  the  world,  <fec. 

6 Instead  of  the  thorn  shall  the  myrtle  be  planted ; 

The  desert  shall  blossom  and  bloom  as  the  rose  ; 

The  palm  tree  rejoicing  shall  spread  forth  her  branches: 
The  lamb  and  the  lion  together  repose 

Our  field  is  the  world,  <fec. — Fanny  Crosby. 


118 


i^allowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


CLING  TO  THE  MIGHTY  ONE. 

“ But  cleave  unto  the  Lord  your  God.'' 


Earnest  and  Pleading.  Philip  Phillips.* 


HO  - LY  ONE,  He  gives  re  - lief;  Cling  to  the  GRACIOUS  ONE, 

(Ps.  116  : 8.)  (Ps.  116  : 5.) 


* From  “ Singing  Pilgrim." 


119 


No.  102.  ^ 

2 Cliog  to  the  LOVING  ONE,  Cling  in  thy  woe  ; 

(Heb.  7 : 25.)  (Ps.  86  : 7.) 

Cling  to  the  LIVING  ONE,  Through  all  below  ; 

(1  John  4 : 16.)  (Rom.  8 : 38,  39.) 

Cling  to  the  PARDONING  ONE,  He  speaketh  peace ; 

(Is-  4 : 7.)  (John  14  : 27.) 

Cling  to  the  HEALING  ONE,  Anguish  shall  cease. 
(Exod.  15  : 26.)  (Ps.  118  : 3.) 


8 Cling  to  the  BLEEDING  ONE,  Cling  to  his  side ; 

(1  John  1 : 7.)  (John  20  : 27.) 

Cling  to  the  RISEN  ONE,  In  him  abide ; 

(Rom.  6 : 9.)  (John  15  : 4.) 

Cling  to  the  COMING  ONE,  Hope  shall  arise ; 

(Rev.  22  : 20.)  (Titus  2 : 13.) 

Cling  to  the  REIGNING  ONE,  Joy  lights  thine  eyes, 
(Ps.  97  : 1.)  (Ps.  16  : 2.) 


120 


fallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


WOEK,  POE  THE  HIGHT  IS  COMING. 


From  '•'•Song  Garden^'  by  permission. 


h 1 ! 


1,  Work,  for  the  night  is  com  - ing,  Work  thro’  the  morning  hours ; 


-fr—A 

1 -I 

SL  . 

^ S— H 

1 - 1 1 i - - i ^ 

9 

• 9 S ■ 

e • _L^ 

i i 

1 ' 

L_j.  .p.  „ 

i 

Work,  while  the  dew  is  spark  - ling,  Work  ’mid  springing  flowers ; 


S 1 ^ 1 1 1 

1 -1 

g-  -j 

s-  -r  - 1 

i 1 

' 1 

b : 

1 

*=i±£3t 


Work,  when  the  day  grows  brighter,  Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 


^1- 


nzt^=ti 


n 1 

1 

. 1 

s 1 ] 

1 _ _ . 

bizzd 

Sz — 

gzrdzzzd 

1 — 

^ 

i 1 1 1 — 

— 1 — F — 

- 

— s — s 

-p ^ — 

— j m~ 

— 1 — p — 

^ r r 1 '1 

Work,  for  the  night  is  com  - ing.  When  man’s  work  is  done. 

1 


Itallowed  $ong8,  Revised. 


121 


No.  103. 

2 Work,  for  the  night  is  coming; 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor ; 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 

Give  every  flying  minute 
Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3 Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies ; 

While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing. 
Work,  for  daylight  flies. 

Work,  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 
Fadeth  to  shine  no  more : 

Work,  while  the  night  is  darkening, 
When  man’s  work  is  o’er. 


OH,  SAY,  SHALL  WE  MEET  YOU  ALL  THEEE? 


S.  J.  \ KTL^  by  permission. 

Solo. 


1.  Where  do  you  jour  - ney,  my  broth  - er,  Oh,  where  do  you 


jour  - ney,  I pray  ? Where  do  you  jour  - ney,  my 


sis  - ter?  For  storm -y  and  dark  is  the  way. 


122 


icings,  Bevi$ed. 


i^allowed  $ongs,  B$vised. 


123 


h ^ IS h Is--, 

1 ^ K K 1 

ITTS 

L.;: n S 

. m • m n ^ m ^ ^ 

^ m 9^  ^ ^ 

pi » 

say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there  ? And  when  we  get  safe  -ly  to 


glo  - ry,  Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet  you  all  there? 


No.  104. 

2. 

Solo.  What  is  your  mission,  my  brother, 

What  IS  your  mission  below  ? 

What  is  your  mission,  my  sister, 

As  journeying  onward  you  go  ? 

Duet.  Our  mission  is  practising  mercy, 

Sweet  charity,  patience,  and  love. 

And  following  the  footsteps  of  Jesus, 

That  lead  to  the  mansions  above. 

Cho.  Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet,  &c. 

8. 

Solo.  Oh,  yes ! you  will  meet  us,  my  brother, 

God  helping  our  weakness  and  sin ; 

Bearing  the  cross,  we,  my  sister, 

The  crown  will  endeavor  to  win. 

Duet.  Well  walk  through  the  vale  and  the  shadow, 
Through  sufferings,  and  trials,  and  care, 
And  when  you  get  safely  to  glory, 

Youll  meet,  yes,  you’ll  meet  us  all  there ! 

Cho.  Oh,  say,  shall  we  meet,  <fee. — Minnie  Waters. 


124 


:^allow$4  ^ongs,  Revised. 


CLIMBIITG  UP  ZION’S  HILL. 

TJiey  shall  mount  with  wings  as  eagles^  and  they  shall  walk  and faint  not.** 

Philip  Phillips.* 


1.  Pm  try-ing  to  climb  up  Zi  - on’s  hill,  For  the 


1 

^ 1 

J > ^ 1 

V 

Y 

Vi/ 

Saviour  whispers,  “ Love  me Tho’  all  beneath  is  dark  as  death, 

^ ^ /T\ 


z=f  = r-Ef  zgzrtz 

^ 

Yet  the  stars  are  bright  a - bove  me.  Then  up  - ward  still,  to 


d^=d5-Td^- 


;i  I=i  = zgzizzggpzjz 


^ — r 

Zi  - on’s  hill,  To  the  land  of  joy  and  beau-ty.  My 


* From  “ Singing  Pilgrim.'* 


$ong$;  Revised. 


125 


ESz=g-  ESEiE* =1 


-^— fe- 


EEi=ifz 


path  before  shines  more  and  more,  As  it  nears  the  gold-en  cit  - j. 


Solo,  or  Semi-chorus.  Duet,  or  2d  Semi-cTwrus. 


^ — -A* J 1^ ^ 1 

^ ^ ^ — — — . — M ^ — gj  "jj  , -".5  - 

jj.  -W- 

I’m  climbing  up  Zi  - on’s  hill,  I’m  climbing  up  Zi  - on’s 

— =1 

Full  Chorus,  Bepeat  Chorus, 


g • 1 [I  * 

m zzzi : 

— jg — ^ ->  N — j»>  - 

- - "I 

j hill.  Climbing, 

-r  ^ 

climb-ing, 

Li^:=g==f=S3 

climbing  up  Zi  - on’s 

bill. 

r^—m  m 

x—m—. — n 

L J..J 1 J 

> if  > 

No.  105. 

2 I know  I’m  but  a little  child, 

My  strength  will  not  protect  me ; 

But  then  I am  the  Saviour’s  Lamb, 

And  he  will  not  neglect  me. 

Then  all  the  time  I’ll  try  to  climb 
This  holy  hill  of  Zion, 

For  I am  sure  the  way  is  pure; 

And  on  it  comes  “ no  lion.” — Oho, 

8 Then  come  with  me,  we’ll  upward  go. 

And  climb  this  hill  together ; 

And  as  we  walk  we’ll  sweetly  talk, 

And  sing  as  we  go  thither. 

Then  mount  up  still  God’s  holy  hill, 

Till  we  reach  the  pearly  portals. 

Where  raptured  tongues  proclaim  the  songs 
Of  the  shining-robed  immortals. — Oho, 

Rev,  John  G.  Chaffee. 


126 


i^allowed  fongs,  Revised. 


WB  SHALL  SLEEP,  BUT  NOT  PORBVEE. 

S.  J.  Vail.  By  permission,* 

IW  w . . 


S— g-tiF=‘* 

1.  We  shall  sleep,  but  not for-ev- er,  There  will  be  a glorious  dawn; 


$ 


^ipzhzzz-^-^ 


We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  nev-erl  On  the  re  > sur  - rec-tion  morn  ! 


-e—fz 


1 ^ — w- 


-f — s — ^ 

_1S— h— JSn 

^ -J-  • -J- 

^ S — 1 

r “ 

From  the  deep-est  caves  of  o - cean,  From  the  des-ert  and  the  plain, 


L^;x3*£SzjizS^=:j3iz3Sti::Siiz:*=Bzi=iz=*=^Ji^ 
From  the  val-  ley  and  the  mountain,  Countless  throngs  shall  rise  again. 


1= 


=«!±3^ziizit^z 


♦ From  ^'‘Musical Leaves^ 


J^allowe^  $ongs,  Revised. 


211 


OETONVILLE.  C.  M. 


Dr.  Thos.  Hastings. 


No.  153.  This  is  my  friend. 

2 No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men ; 

Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3 He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

He  flew  to  my  relief ; 

For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 


4  To  him  I own  my  life  and  breath, 

And  all  the  joys  I have  ; 

He  makes  me  triumph  over  death, 

He  saves  me  from  the  grave. — Stennett 


Wo,  152.— Concluded. 

3 In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs,— 
In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; . 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 


4 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick’ning  powers  ; 

• Come,' shed  abroad  a Saviour’s  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. — Watts. 


212 


;^allou)e4  $ongs,  Bevised. 


AVON.  C.  K 


Scottish. 


No.  154.  N'o  Peace  to  the  wicked. 

2 Like  the  rough  sea  that  cannot  rest 
You  live,  devoid  of  peace ; 

A thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  souls  of  ease. 

8 Your  way  is  dark,  and  leads  to  hell 
Why  will  you  persevere  ! 

Can  you  in  endless  torments  dwell, 
Shut  up  in  black  despair  ? 

4 Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 
Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 

In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 

To  reach  eternal  woe. — Fawcett. 


No.  155. 


Sufficiency  and freeness. 


Oh,  what  amazing  words  of  grace 
Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 

Suited  to  every  sinner’s  case, 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 


2 Poor,  sinful,  thirsty,  fainting  souls, 
Are  freely  welcome  here  ; 
Salvation,  like  a river,  rolls, 
Abundant,  free,  and  clear. 


Hallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


213  i 


SCOTT.  C.  M. 


^rom  “ Duldmer.’'’* 


tg— 

1.  Re-mem-ber  Ore-  a - tor  now,  In  these  thy  youthful  days  ; 


w^m 


1 ^ 


I I i 


l^z 


:^=tS=#=t! 

He  will  ac  - c^t  thy  ear-liest  vow,  And  lis  - ten  to  thy  praise. 


P-Fp 


- -m — |g>- 

1 1=^ 


H f- 


_j 


No.  156.  **  Remember  no7V  thy  Creator  in  the  days  of  thy  youth." 

2 Remember  thy  Creator  now, 

And  seek  him  while  he’s  near, 

For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
Shalt  find  no  comfort  near. 

3 Remember  thy  Creator  now  ; 

His  willing  servant  be  : 

Then,  when  thy  head  in  death  shall  bow, 
He  will  remember  thee. 


4 Almighty  God  ! our  hearts  incline 
Thy  heavenly  voice  to  hear ; 

Let  all  our  future  days  be  thine, 
Devoted  to  thy  fear. — Unknown, 


No,  155.— Concluded. 

. [wounds* 
I Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  ana 
Your  every  burden  bring : 

Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds — 
A deep,  celestial  spring. 


4 Whoever  will— O gracious  word  I— 

May.  of  this  stream  partake ; \ 

Come,  thirsty  souls, and  bless  the  Lord; 
And  drink,  for  Jesus’  Medley. 


214 


fallowed  f ong$,  Revised. 


RESOLUTION.  0.  M.  Double.  (Old.) 


Come,  humble  sinner,  in  whose  breast  A thousand  thoughts  revolve, 


~l*  W: 


1 — T-'-t — I — r 


I I I 


gf 


Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppressed,  And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

« m-r-rn » ,r. »— ^ 


1 1 T 


I I 


i 


» -4- 


*2.  Ill  go  to  Je  - sus,  tho’  my  sin  Like  mountains  round  me  close ; 


! 


I know  his  courts,  111  en-  ter  in,  What-ev  - er  may  op-pose. 

_ -I®-  -®-  MM  -m-  -9-  _ 


-r— r 


r=F= 


II  ‘'I 

For  the  Uh  verses  of  these  Hymns  repeat  the  last  two  braces  of  the  music. 


i^allowed  $ong$,  K^evised. 


219 


BELIEVEE.  C. 


Arr,  by  H.  P.  Main. 


n — ^ — 1 ir^n 

1 -j — 1....  ' 

23 

1 1 T 


i 


It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds,  And  drives  away  his  fear. 

j r. 


No.  164.  The  precious  name. 

2 It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 

’Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 

And  to  the  weary,  rest. 

3 Dear  Name,  the  rock  on  which  I build, 

My  shield  and  hiding-place ; 

My  never-falling  treasure,  fill’d 
With  boundless  stores  of  grace 

4 Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Saviour,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I bring. — Newton. 


No,  163.  — Concluded. 

3 To  dwell  with  mis’ry  here  below, 
The  Saviour  left  the  skies, 

And  sunk  to  wretchedness  and  woe, 
That  worthless  man  might  rise. 


4 He  took  the  dying  traitor’s  place, 
And  suffer’d  in  his  stead-, 

For  sinful  man— O wondrous  grace  I- 
For  sinful  man  he  \Aq A— Steele. 


220 


l^allowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


BALEEMA.  C.  M. 

Scottish, 


1.  Oh, 

for  a fa 

ith  that '' 

vill  not  shrink,  Tho 

,|g, 'd 

’ press’d  by  every  i 

J 

foe. 

r - 

1 — r—^r  ■ 

2 That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 
Beneath  the  chast’ning  rod, 

But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God ; — 

8 A faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 
When  tempests  rage  without ; 

That,  when  in  danger,  knows  no  fear, 

In  darkness  feels  no  doubt. 


4 Lord,  give  us  such  a faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whatever  may  come, 

We’ll  taste,  e’en  here,  the  hallow’d  bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. — Bathurst, 


No.  166. 


His  amazing  love. 


1 Plttkqed  in  a gulf  of  dark  despair,  ! 
We  wretched  sinners  lay, 

Without  one  cheering  beam  of  hope, 
Or  spark  of  glimniTing  day.  | 


With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  peace 
Beheld  our  kelpless  grief; 

He  saw,  and  (oh,  amazing  love  I) 

He  flew  to  our  relief. 


!^a)lowed  ffongs,  Kevi$e4. 


221 


BOSCOE.  C.  M. 


From  Psaltery y 


No.  167.  A perfect  heart  the  Redeemer'^s  throne* 

2  A heart  resign’d,  submissive,  meek, 

My  great  Redeemer’s  throne ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  Iteard  to  speak, — 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone. 

8 Oh,  for  a lowly,  contrite  heart, 
Believing,  true,  and  clean ; 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  Him  that  dwells  within : — 

4 A heart  in  every  thought  renew’d, 

And  full  of  love  divine ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good, 
A copy,  Lord,  of  thine. — Q.  Wesley. 


No,  166.  — Concluded. 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above, 
With  joyful  haste  he  fled ; 

Enter’d  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 


4  Oh,  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break ; 

And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour’s  praises  speak. 

Watts. 


222 


3^allow$d  $ong$,  Revised. 


WOODSTOCK. 

-j» — I- 


0.  M. 


D.  Dutton,  Jr.  \ 

-V  I K-v  . * 


1.  I love  to  steal  a - while  a- way  From  every  cumb’ring  care, 


-v-r 


-I — ro- 


igizzgzi^zzigzijz^z^z:^— H=| 


zigz 


And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day  In  hum-ble,  grateful  prayer. 
.0.  .(=2. 


=fe 


-v-r 


-i — r 


No.  168.  Evening. — Solitude. 

2 I love  in  solitude  to  shed 
The  penitential  tear. 

And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 

8 I love  to  think  on  mercies  past, 
And  future  good  implore, — 

And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I adore. 


4 I love  by  faith  to  take  a view 
Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 

The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 

While  here  by  tempests  driven. — Jfrs.  Brown, 


No.  169. 


Comfort  in  God. 


1 Dear  Refuge  of  my  weary  soul, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 

On  thee,  when  waves  of  trouble  roll. 
My  fainting  hope  relies. 


2 To  thee  I tell*  each  rising  grief. 
For  thou  alone  canst  heal ; 

Thy  word  can  bring  a sweet  relief 
For  every  pain  I feel. 


127 


fallowed  $ongs,  Eevised. 


Chorus,  p 

^ te r- 

■■  K"  “ti 

V cres.  1 

11 

i 

-W— — «> — ^ 1 

We  shall  sleep,  but  not  for-ev  - er,  There  will  be 

a glorious  dawn ; 

-g-—- gl- 

pg* p 

.:g-  * 

j 

-e  m s .-g: 

& — £-7— |a— 

i > ^ ^ 

1 1 ^ 

n K ^ 

1 N ^ 

1 N ^ h 

1 

y P 

m Z(  1 ~ 

A) — 

^ ^ 

ig  S • ^ 

lnfci^zir3z=^ 

We  shall  meet  to  part,  no,  nev-er!  On  the  re  - sur-rec-tion  morn  ! 


No.  106. 

2 When  we  see  a precious  blossom, 

That  we  tended  with  such  care, 

Rudely  taken  from  our  bosom, 

How  our  aching  hearts  despair ! 

Round  its  little  grave  we  linger, 

Till  the  setting  sun  is  low, 

Feeling  all  our  hopes  have  perished 
With  the  flower  we  cherished  so. 

Cho. — We  shall  sleep,  etc. 

3 We  shall  sleep,  but  not  forever, 

In  the  lone  and  silent  grave ; 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  taketh, 

Blessed  be  the  Lord  that  gave. 

In  the  bright,  eternal  city 

Death  can  never,  never  come  ! 

In  his  own  good  time  he’ll  call  us 
From  our  rest  to  Home,  sweet  Home. 

Cho, — We  shall  sleep,  etc. 

Mrs.  M.  A,  Kidder. 


128 


fallowed  fongs,  Bevi$cd. 


WOEKING  FOE  THE  MASTEE. 


Philip  Phillips.* 


-I ^T-* l~H 


;4=&:=qc:' 


1.  I’m  working  for  the  Mas  - ter — O glorious  work  di  - vine  ! 


2ii?=i^zcd- 


5— ZiJzzG; 


Thro’  grace  I’ll  la  - bor  in  the  field  While  breath  and  life  are  mine ; 

h J J -0-  -fm- 


I ^ 


0i 


-I ^ 


iVJ— 


-J — I- 


I’m  work-ing  for  the  Mas  - ter,  And  this  my  boast  shall  be  ; 


N- 


The  con  - se-  crat  - ed  cross  of  him,  Who  bled  and  died  for  me. 


* Written  for  lilLr.  Phillips /or  a?i  opening  piece  at  his  '‘'‘Evenings  of  Sacred 
Song.'"' 


i^allowed  ffongs,  K'evised. 


129 


^ Chorus, 
Z&.0. — 

-L  J ^ m . m 

rJ IV- 1 fv-r-J l-n 

— ! — ^ H 

m — 

tJ  > 

Dear 

Saviour,  hear  my  earnest  prayer,  D€ 

rl*  ^ ^ ^ 

1*  — . .a»_  F~i 

-g — -* — 9 — H 
jscend  in  power  and  might ; 

^ ^ -9  n 

q k P k 

1 i 

--! — — i-ir 

Make  1 

this  the  tern  - pie 

E=&=I==E- 

of  thy  love,  And 

J J -s- 

i3_=S_S— 

bless  our  souls  to-night. 

No.  107. 

2 If  strains,  like  min©  so  simple, 

Can  reach  thy  gracious  ear, 

Oh,  grant  the  Christian  hope  they  breathe, 
Some  careless  soul  may  hear ; 

If  I am  counted  worthy, 

To  sing  these  songs  for  thee. 

The  least  among  thy  children,  Lord, 

I am  content  to  be. 

Cho. — Dear  Saviour,  hear  my  earnest  prayer. 

Descend  in  power  and  might. 

Oh,  turn  some  wanderer  to  thy  fold. 

Convert  one  soul  to-night. 

8 Thy  name,  O precious  Jesus, 

My  constant  theme  below ; 

Thy  love  that  crowns  the  angels’  song 
I’ll  sing  where’er  I go  ; 

While  on  my  journey  homeward, 

My  greatest  joy  shall  be 
To  labor  in  the  vineyard  here, 

And  gather  souls  for  thee. 

Cho. — ^Dear  Saviour,  hear  my  earnest  prayer. 

Descend  in  power  and  might. 

Convert  some  thoughtless  sinner  now, 

Seal  tliine  one  soul  to-night. — Fanny  Crosby, 


130 


' l^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


OUTSIDE  THE  GATE.' 


" Him  that  C07netk  unto  7ne,  I will  in  no  wise  cast  out. 

Philip  Phillips.* 


f- 


child : 


With  - in  my  heart  there  beat 

— I ^ 1_ ^ 


child : 


"With  - in  my  heart  there  beat 


-t- 


tem  - pest,  loud  and  wild. 

^ _j— 


A fear  op  - pressed  my 


1 

tern  - pest,  loud  and  wild. 


A fear  op  - pressed  my 


— 1^— pz 


* Hrom  '‘'’Musical Leaves, 


j^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


131 


P 


soul, 

-1 — 1- 


=z^?=fezzz:^z=ff=«z 

b«#— Lj \gfi 1 

Tbat  I be  too 


-jstrrzM— . =«=  S=e—^=^- 

— u Lj ^ j 

late;  And,  oh!  I trembled 
1 ^^-4 


f 


l=::a^zzi:i^=:=z: 


:gZESSs=-E 


soul,  That  I might  be  too  late ; And,  oh  1 I trembled 


t t= 

-|z ^ ^ ^ — 

—f— 

“Z tz fz_ 

— 

Jz:zzztz— 

zi£iz 

J— J 

R 

r^u  ^ 

a =]'- 

. — . 

?zz£z=S- 

L ^ — K M — 1 

L«-.A— « 

:g  Ip  If??  ...litf 

■t 1 — tP»-— * — y^_Lj I up 1_ 

sore,  And  prayed,  outside  the  gate,  And  prayed,  outside  the  gate. 


l-R-fr— — I :-r-n s— r —r-n ! 

i-jT 

' A b ' i i ■ 1 

■ ^ \ I 1 1 I m rtfn  If 

» j j 1 I 1 * 1 

Ajl — jl-i-gl — — S — ^ 

® S'  ■■■  igjryigj. — sM-SI m — -m — 

sore.  And  prayed,  outside  the  gate.  And  prayed,  outside  the  gate. 


No.  103. 

2 **  Mercy !”  I loudly  cried ; 

“ Oh,  give  me  rest  from  sin  !’* 

“I  will,”  a voice  replied; 

And  Mercy  let  me  in. 

She  bound  my  bleeding  wounds, 

And  carried  all  my  sin ; 

She  eased  my  burdened  soul, 

And  then  she  took  me  in. 

3 In  Mercy’s  guise,  I knew 

The  Saviour  long  abused ; 

Who  often  sought  my  heart, 

And  wept  when  I refused. 

Oh  ! what  a blest  return 
For  ignorance  and  sin  1 
/stood  outside  the  gate, 

And  Jesus  let  me  in  I — Josephine  Pollard. 


132 


i^allowed  $ong8,  Revised. 


THE  VALLEY  OP  BLESSI1T&. 

Wm.  G.  Fischer, 


rs: 

~d =1^  q- 

r— ^ 

1 r*^-r 

-9zj=^mlz=ii= 

'o>  m' 

r 

L 

r 

-p — *= 

1.  I have 

en  - tered  the 

val  - ley  of 

bless-ing  so  sweet,  And 

Jt.1 

m -B- 

r—es  m 

t=3=l«=i: 


fir-^ h 

r»l — ’ 

— 1 — i w — ^ — 

R=5j-J  i 

-j — j — %— 

-^-T — 1/* — « — S-T— *1 — m— 

L&s; ad  L 1^— 1 

Je  - sus  abides  with  me  there  ; And  his  Spir-it  and  blood  make  my 


S 1 

u 1^'* 

- m B - -m-  , 

*— 

-te  1 

■ 1 

N -U.  - I 

* — m 

■W^W  I 

w 

t -ts-t  f 

a — U* 

t 


& S-i  ^ U S il  --=!  ^ =t=-=1  ^ 

XT — ^ r-^ 

"1 — 

L 2::d  : -^ 

cleansing  complete, 

And  his 

per -feet  love  cast-eth 

out 

fear. 

^ gi-^ 

r-^ 

-r-* — »-r-p g 

-g-. 

— P-^ — 

- -to to !»—  -)• W- 

n 

1 u— V-- r 

L — i^H-r  r-  -r  ‘--t-  r -r 

— 

1 

Oh,  come  to  this  val  - ley  of  blessing  so  sweet,  Where 


__S_: 

q» m~- »- 

1=-- 

L|-  t-  ^ 

*-t-  t — r ^ 

zt^  zztzizzfez 

r 

:^allowe4  ^ongs,  Revised. 


133 


II 

ILL 

.1 

1 

cH iK- 

m ^ ^ . 9^  - 

Je  - sus  will  full  - ness  be  - 

stow — And  be  - . 

=iN — 

— S-T — 5 — 9 

lieve,  and  re  - 
,0L.  jm-  -m- 

^ r 

-1- 

u 

ceive,  and  con-1 

.-g.- 1- ' 

!ess  him.  That 
r^'  "PI — ^ 

1 S 9 *S  • 9 0 

all  his  sal  - va  - tion  may 
— m — — m-At 

Lg  IL 

know. 

pg-ip 

^ 1=  t=  1= 

^1—  1 — -r- 

Lj ^ — \ — Lj_ 

'sp»— i — 

1 

No.  109. 

2 There  is  peace  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 

And  plenty  the  land  doth  impart ; 

And  there’s  rest  for  the  weary-worn  traveler’s  feet, 

And  joy  for  the  sorrowing  heart. 

Chorus. — Oh,  come  to  this  valley,  (fee. 

3 There  is  love  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet, 

Such  as  none  but  the  blood-washed  ma^  feel ; 

When  heaven  comes  down  redeemed  spirits  to  greet. 

And  Christ  sets  his  covenant  seal. 

Chorus. — Oh,  come  to  the  valley,  <fec. 

4 There’s  a song  in  the  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet. 

That  angels  would  fain  join  the  strain — 

As,  with  rapturous  praises,  we  bow  at  his  feet. 

Crying,  “ Worthy  the  Lamb  that  was  slain  I” 

Chorus. — Oh,  come  to  this  valley  of  blessing  so  sweet. 
Where  Jesus  will  fullness  bestow — 

And  believe,  and  receive,  and  confess  him, 

That  all  his  salvation  may  know. 

Annie  Wittenmyer. 


134 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


'TIS  BLESSED  TO  GIVE. 


God  loveth  the  cheerful  giver^ 

Philip  PniLiiiPS.* 


IS 

N 

> _N N 

J N w 

IS  I ^ 

J 

f ^ 

Kot 

with  a vain  am  ■ 

> bi  - tion,  To 

m m 

win  the  praise  of 

men, 

-'f'  ' n 

P i 

1 ^ ^ 

P 

■ ^ ai 

p 

* From  the  “ New  Standard  Singer » 


3^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


135 


Chorus, 


EE^ES^iEb! 


Now  in  the  name  of  Je  - sus,  Our  alms  we  should  be-stow  ; 


s— 

s— 

r1 

H 

^ 

ff-  1 

1 

> 

k i 

k — 1 

i \ 

God  loves  a cheer-ful  giv  - er:  The  Bi  - ble  tells  us  so. 

^ ^ ^ 


No.  110. 

2 Now  in  the  world  before  us 
A glorious  field  we  see  ; 

And  in  our  Master^s  vineyard 
How  active  we  should  be, 

The  Sabbath  schools  around  us, 

For  help  they  loudly  call ; 

Home  missions,  too,  remember. 

And  freely  give  to  all. — Chorus. 

8 The  cause  of  foreign  missions 
Our  zealous  care  demands ; 

We’ll  send  the  blessed  Bible 
To  distant  heathen  lands. 

That  they  may  hear  of  Jesus, 

Whom  we  so  dearly  love ; 

May  leave  their  senseless  idols, 

And  worship  God  above. — Chorus. 


136 


J^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


I’M  I^NEELING  AT  THE  EOOE. 

T.  E.  Pekkins.* 


P 


IVe  waited  loDg,  and  still  I wait,  Thy  gracious  voice  to  hear. 


&?= 


^ — tp^ 


Thy  precious  word  has  bid  me  seek  The  joys  thou  hast  in  store ; 


lj= 


-w—jg: 


* Frmi  the  '‘^Sabbath  Carols^''''  by  permission. 


J^llowed  $ongs,  Bevi$e4. 


137 


Chorus, 

ri=n«-r— N 


=1=5= 


0| 

-jj-T- 

. -K 


I’m  kneel-ing  at  the  door,.  Kneel-ing  at  the  door;  Wilt 

^ Iff:  • K 

U > t.  W 1 


;3Efc=ES== 


-i-'-il— • 9 "*  '-»-  .J— -J.-T— *-‘-.Jr 

thou,  O Lord,  in  mer  - cy  speak,  I’m  kneeling  at  the  door. 


Wo.  111. 


2 None  ever  empty  turned  away. 

Who  truly  sought  thy  face : 

And  I,  my  Saviour,  come  to-day, 

To  seek  thy  pardoning  grace. 

Thy  precious  blood  is  all  my  plea : 

This  can  my  soul  restore : 

Wilt  thou  in  mercy  speak  to  me, 

I’m  kneeling  at  the  door. — Chorus, 

3 And  when  the  ransomed  millions  stand 

On  Zion’s  flowery  hill, 

With  palms  of^ victory  in  their  hand. 
Waiting  their  Master’s  will ; 

Oh,  may  I bear  the  livin.g  green, 

And  that  dear  name  adore, 

Whose  love  the  sinner  did  redeem. 
While  kneeling  at  the  ^oor.— Chorus. 


138 


l^allow$4  fongs,  Bevis#.!- 


THE  WATEE  OF  LIFE. 

I will  give  unto  him  that  is  athirst  of  the  fountain  of  the  water  of  life  freely 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury.* 
Chorus,  f 


ri 

_1 

H -^“T 

“71 

P P P 

,r 

u "J 

-S^ »-T-  - 

bj  1 

n 

ii 

j-.,  »j --  -1 

!«l 

s " aj  • 

r 

t»  m w ^ w m w ^ ^ , 

\ Je-sus  the  wa-ter  of  life  will  give  Free-ly,  free-ly,  free-ly; 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live,  Free  - ly,  free  - ly,  free  - ly ; 

m.  « & « • m ^ m « ^ • 

l>rr  L 

^ 10 

01  ^ u* *  » 

* 

1 1 

■ t > 

Chorus, 


1 time. 


Je  - SU8  the  wa  - ter  of  life  will  give  Free-ljr  to  those  who  love  him ; 
Come  to  that  fountain,  oh,  drink  and  live.  Flowing  for  those  that  [Omit.] 


W- 


-(« — 


-m—m- 


-4V — 


-j — I- 


> 1 ^~r 


1 26?  time.  Duet, 
--I- — 


Chorus, 

\- 


love  him.  The  Spir-it  and  the  Bride  say.  Come;  Freely,  freely,  free  • ly ; 

- -g-  -p- 


— 1~  * 


1 T 


Duet, 


Chorus,^ 


-r 


*=|S= 




And  he  that  is  thirsty,  let  him  come.  And  drink  of  the  water  of  life. . . 


;z=iizit=^=is:z;s=l»i 


eee 


* From  '''‘Fresh  Laurels  f by  permission  of  Biglow  & Main. 


;^alloujed  Beuised. 


139 


Full  Chorus* 


fountain  of  life  is  flow-i^,  Is  flowing  for  you  and  for  me. . . 


No.  112. 

2 Jesus  has  promised  a home  in  heaven, 

Freely,  freely,  freely; 

Jesus  has  promised  a home  in  heaven 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him ; 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given, 
Freely,  freely,  freely ; 

Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride,  &c. 

3 Jesus  has  promised  a robe  of  white. 

Freely,  freely,  freely ; 

J esus  has  promised  a robe  of  white 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him ; 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light. 
Freely,  freely,  freely ; 

Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him, 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride,  &c. 

4 Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day. 

Freely,  freely,  freely; 

Jesus  has  promised  eternal  day 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him ; 
Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away, 
Freely,  freely,  freely; 

Pleasure  that  never  shall  pass  away, 
Freely  to  those  that  love  him. 

The  Spirit  and  the  Bride,  <fec. 


140 


fallowed  ^ongs,  ^.evieed. 


KEEP  ON  PEAYINa. 


‘ Pray  without  ceasing P 


T.  E.  Perkins.* 


pzn^EEp=p:z 

waiting  all  in 


1.  Long  my  spir-it  pined  in  sor-row,  Watching,  waiting  all  in  vain; 

jm.  ^ 


iizzijJ— i 


Waiting  for  a gold-en  morrow,  Free  from  earthly  care  and  pain. 
_:e:  — a-rg-— 'e— e_ ^ 


1—^1 — r 


When  I heard  a sweet  voice  saying,  In  the  ac-cents  of  a friend, 

JtL  A.'  -0L 


Cheer  up,  brother,  **  keep  on  praying,”  Keep  on  praying  to  the  end. 

A.  A. 


* From  the  “ Sabbath  Carol: 


fallowed  $on9$,  Revised. 


141 


Chorus, 


ji— 


:S- 


When  our  way- ward  thoughts  are  straying.  When  God’s  mer  - cy 

« ^ m.  ” 


=g— j— g=^^[  -1^— p=S: 


;l r 

seems  de  - lay  - ing,  Then  in  faith  well  keep  on  pray-  ing, 

^ jm.  ' jfk,  jm- 


ff-— t- 


-t=- 


k 1 . 

■ zT  ' i!  • " * 

: g » 

— 6 — M • 

r=^- 

Keep  on 

pray-ing, 

■ P • 

r 

Keep 

— r P i - 

on  pray-ing 

S 8 

to  the 

^_L 

end. 

t- 

e e : . 

-4  . 

—f—— 

t '■  ^ 

■er — p_ 

-t-  — 

rr- 

4-^ 

r— 

No.  113, 

2 Ye,  who  sigh  for  holy  pleasures, 

Ye,  who  mourn  your  load  of  sin, 

**  Keep  on  praying,”  heavenly  treasures 
In  the  end  you’re  sure  to  win. 

Wrestle  with  the  Lord  of  glory, 

Lay  your  troubles  at  his  feet, 

Plead  with  faith  in  Calvary’s  story 
Till  your  joys  are  all  complete. — Oho, 

3 How  the  angel-band  rejoices. 

When  a kneeling  mortal  prays ; 

Hear  them  cry  in  heavenly  voices, 

“ Keep  on  praying,”  all  your  days : 

Pray  until  you  reach  fair  Canaan, 

Reach  the  pearly  gates  of  day, 

Then  your  bliss  shall  end  in  glory. 

And  shall  never  pass  away. — Gho, 

Mrs.  M.  A.  Kidder, 


142 


l^alloujed  $ongs,  Beuised. 


Szh 


THE  HOUSE  UPON  A EOCH. 

Wm.  B.  Bradeukt.* 


i 


=^= 


ri^znziaiz 


1.  Oh,  if  my  house  is  built  up  - on  a rock,  I 


Mu 


-M- 


— 1 tJi— 1 

know  it  will  stand  for  - ev  - er ; The  floods  may  come,  and  the 


~~0Z 


zztrzz^?; 


f£ 


— N- 


roll  - ing  thunder’s  shock  May  beat  up  - on  my  house  that  is 

j j 


.r=^= 


Z^— z:^=zz:a!lz 


— ^ M — ^ — fflt 0 M ^ — t 

Jzz=^=zz:^zzzzd~t 


found -ed  on  a rock,  But  it  nev  - er  will  fall, 
^ ^ ^ J h 


nev-er  will  fall,  nev  - er,  nev  - er,  nev  - er ! My  rock  is 

?zzzz?=:?z 


ztz:=bt:zztz:=t= 


-4 1- 





* Frmi  Golden  Censer. '''* 


Jjlalloa'ed  Bevised. 


143 


i== 


=j= 


-1 — u 


Rock  of  lay  sal  - va  - tion,  The  Rock  of  mj  sal  - va  - tioa. 


=fzS- 


No.  114. 

2 Oh,  if  my  house  is  built  upon  the  sand, 

’Twill  fall  when  the  floods  are  sweliinp^ ; 

The  winds  will  blow,  and  the  tempest  will  descend, 

And  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  built  upon  the  sand, 
And  it  surely  will  fall,  never  Uj  rise,  never,  never,  never! 
Choeus. — My  rock  is  firm,  <fec. 

3 Then  let  my  house  be  built  upon  a rock. 

For  there  it  will  stand  for  ever; 

The  floofls  may  come,  and  the  rolling  thunder’s  shock 
May  beat  upon  my  house  that  is  founded  on  a rock. 

But  it  never  will  fall,  never  will  fall,  never,  never,  never  I 
Chorus. — My  rock  is  firm,  &c. 


144 


iiallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


“THE  OLD,  OLD  STOEY.” 

The  love  of  Christ  which  passeth  knowledge. 


T.  C.  O’EIane.* 


— 1 _N 1 

^ =3 — zt= 

,—1 — , -J — „ 
— '-m — m — «d— 4=- : 

f  *  *?= 

E*±z;s-S  ^ 

— * — * zi_ . 

1.  Tell 

me  the  old,*old 

sto  - ry  Of 

un-seen  things  a - hove, 

'»'•  t'  |J— 1 

rj5  JS-JSL^  ^ 

1 J.| U 

-a$4 — 

[—1 N 

— 1 ^ j p:  ■ — 1 D 

/?h  ^ » - 

m 

^ j 1 

M i2 -M -S  U 

J ^ 

Of 

^ .J.  » 

Je  - sus  and  his 

«■  ■^- 
glo  - ry, 

Of 

Je  - sus  and  his 

^ ^ — m — ^ 

love. 

p= 

T— r- 

H — r— i — 

I 


n-^—Ar 


For  I am  weak  and  wea  - ry,  And  help-less  and  de  - filed. 


I j j 

* From  Fresh  Leaves' 


l^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


145 


Chorus, 


Tell  me  the  old,  old  sto 
q!?:  • K*:  q?: 


ry.  It  -will  my  spir  - it  move ; 

qf:  _ 


m 


Ko.  115. 

2 Tell  me  the  story  slowly, 

That  I may  take  it  in, 

That  wonderful  redemption, 

God’s  remedy  for  sin. 

Tell  me  the  story  often, 

For  I forget  so  soon ! 

The  “ early  dew”  of  morning 
Has  passed  away  at  noon. 

C/io, — Tell  me  the  old,  old  story,  <fec. 

8 Tell  me  the  same  old  story, 

When  you  have  cause  to  fear 
That  this  world’s  empty  glory 
Is  costing  me  too  dear. 

Oh,  yes,  when  that  world’s  glory 
Is  dawning  on  my  soul, 

Tell  me  the  old,  old  story, 

“ Christ  Jesus  makes  thee  whole !” 

Oko, — Tell  me  the  old,  old  story,  &o. 

10 


146 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Bevised. 


WEEP  FOE  THE  FALLEN. 

^'"Meekness,  tempera-nce — against  such  there  is  no  law.”  \ 


English.* 


— 1 1— i—i n — 1 1 1 - 1 -1 

— t 1 \ 

^ A A k-J  ^ A J—mL^ 

y J B 

1.  Weep  for 

the 

fall  - enl 

hang  your  heads  in 

sor  - row, 

— -t— 

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1 -1  -1 1— r -1  -1  n 

zz^=:=^— 

al  ■ g! ? — — « 

itr 

1 1.  Weep  for 

the 

r 

fall  - en! 

hang  your  heads  in 

sor  - row, 

t i ^ * L-l ! 1 L_1 i U 

!-pi^  I -r  -I  ■ I p r 1— r 

And  mourn-ful  - Ij  sing  the  re-quiem  sad  and  slow, 


/•i  i 

1 i -1 

1 ^ gfii 

1— 1 

1 

' -tS 

i ' ezzj’ 

And  mourn-ful  - ly  sing  the  re-quiem  sad  and  slow, 


~ C? 

^ ^ — _p  ^ 

=1=q 

— j — 

r — ’ 1 1 

& 

f — ^ r " 

Thou  - sands  have 
_!  _l 1 

per  - ished 

by  the  fell  de  - 

I I 1 

L_f_  U 

stroy  - er ; 

V ll 

t 

m — t — J — •— 

i — 

Thou  - sands  have 

per  - ished 

by  the  fell  de  - 

1 

stroy  - er ; 

' i 

From  “ Temperance  ClilmesP 


I^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


147 


r— j -|  -j-. 

1 

1_ 

Oh,  weep  for  youth  ai 

-J  -f—Lj — , — F— t— h 

ad  beauty.  Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty, 

1 

, j 

-r" — I — ‘-I — t 


P 


Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low. 

^ ' ■ 

^ — ar-3— 


:=zg;±=S=iC=S^= 


±=^- 


Oh,  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low. 


ISI 


No.  116. 

2 Voices  of  wailing  tell  our  hopeless  anguish, 

While  sorrowing  mothers  bid  us  onward  go : 

Hark ! to  their  accents,  theirs  the  broken-hearted 

Who  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low  I 

8 Hear  how  they  bid  us  sound  the  timely  warning. 

While  yet  there  is  hope  to  shun  the  cup  of  woe  j 
Por  is  it  nothing,  ye  who  see  no  danger, 

To  weep  for  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  laid  low  ? 

4 Weep  for  the  fallen;  but  amid  your  sorrow 

Still  point  to  the  pledge  that  freedom  can  bestow. 
Rescue,  the  nation  from  the  fell  destroyer, 

For  why  should  youth  and  beauty  in  the  grave  lie  low  ? 


148 


l^allowed  Revised. 


EVENING  SHADOWS. 

S.  J.  Vail.  By  permission. 


-K— 1- 


53:= 

-4— 


ESEiE 


*=4 


'=9- 


1.  On- ly  waitfng  till  the  shadows  Are  a lit -tie  long-er  grown  ; 


-N — N- 


On  - ly  waiting  till  the  glimmer  Of  the  day’s  last  beam  is  flown ; 


^ — -S — s — S - C- 


HU— 1=:= 


ti*^— u-h 1 1 1- 


I I 


I I 

Till  the  night  of  death  is  fad-ed  From  the  heart  once  full  of  day ; 

-f-  - -I®-  -P-  • ^ . II 


r-K— 1 ISi— N-, 

:sl — 1-  ^ 

f— 

r~r 

Till  the  stars  of  heav’n  are  breaking  Thro’  the  twilight  soft  and  gray. 


Hi 

l\% 

s-s-5=S- 

1 

^IJ: 

— n 

y ip»-J 

Lf_ — j j_  1 — 

r u 

Lj_  u 

;^aUouje4  $o»gs,  Revised. 


149 


Chorus, 


’ — •= — '^— ’-ra— a— jj-ffai- 

!=?^^=^g-^=Ej=*;i=^^s=S=s— s-s;- 

I am  waiting,  on  - ly  waiting  For  the  summons  to  the  grave ; 


^ ^ — H**— 


-m — m- 


h -N-p 

i : .g. 

And  I’m  trusting,  solely  trusting 

In  al  - mighty  power  to  i 

save. 

£ — s :g s £ £ - 

.fSL  .(•. 

■m- 

•! — ^ — {*— 

-g-T-  - 

j_  j j L 

£ £ 

T r t £ 

.^—■z 

Lj U- 

JIo.  148. 

2 Only  waiting  till  the  reapers 

Have  their  last  sheaf  gather’d  home  ; 
For  the  summer  time  is  ended, 

And  the  autumn  winds  have  come ; 
Quickly,  reapers,  gather  quickly 
The  last  ripe  hours  of  my  heart, 

For  the  bloom  of  life  is  wither’d. 

And  I hasten  to  depart. 

8 Only  waiting  till  the  angels 
Open  wide  the  mystic  gate. 

At  whose  feet  I long  have  linger’d, 
Weary,  poor,  and  desolate  ; 

Even  now  I hear  their  footsteps, 

And  their  voices  far  away, 

If  they  call  me  I am  waiting, 

Only  waiting  to  obey. 

4 Only  waiting  till  the  shadows 
Are  a little  longer  grown ; 

Only  waiting  till  the  glimmer 
Of  the  day’s  last  beam  is  flown ; 

Then  from  out  the  gathering  darkness, 
Holy,  deathless  stars  will  rise. 

By  whose  light  my  soul  will  gladly 
Wing  its  passage  to  the  skies. 


150 


^ongs,  Revised. 


TITLE  CLEAE.. 


“ I know  that  my  Redeemer  liveth'' 

FreedmerCs  Melody,  arr.  with  Chorm  by  T.  C.  O’Kane. 


jjvvwy 

N - 

23 . - . . P...  - 

j 

jV  9 • 9 9 9 9 9 

1 When  I can  read  my  ti  - tie  clear,  ti  - tie  clear,  When 

[ I’ll  bid  fare  -well  to  ev  - ery  fear,  ev  - ery  fear,  I’ll 

^ ^ ^ ^ -1*.  j^. 

1 ji 

t im  - 

M » 10  ■ fflf  “ 

^ 1 r ^ 

-f^ 1 ^ P- 

1 r*!-y 

^ 

I can  read  my  ti  - tie 

bid  fare  - well  to  ev  - ery 

^ J^.  -PL  .p. 

L • — . ^ _L 

clear,  ti  - tie  " clear.  When 
fear,  ev  - ery  fear,  I’ll 

m m m 

p P— P P P • - 

i ^ 

^ ti 

— 

I can  read  my  ti  - tie  clear  To  man-sions  in  the  skies,  ) 

bid  farewell  to  ev-  ery  fear,  And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes.  J 


We  will  stand  the  storm, 

We  will  stand,  stand  the  storm,  It  will  not  be  ver  - y long; 

^ - m , m ^ -m-  • -m-  -m. 


fallowed  ^o»gs,  Bevi$ed. 


151 


We  will  an  - chor  by  - and  - by,  by-  and- by, 

We  will  an  - chor  by-  and-  by,  We  will  an  - chor  by-  and-  by, 

^ -!*-  jg-  y -<*•  ' -fm-  ^ -m-  ^ -m- 


2 Let  cares  like  a wild  deluge  come, 
Let  storms  of  sorrow  fall — 

So  I but  safely  reach  my  home. 

My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 
Cho, — We  will  stand,  dec. 

8 There  I shall  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest, 

And  not  a wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Cho. — We  will  stand,  &c. 


152 


:^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


CALLING  US  AWAY. 


Solo, 


Here  we  have  no  continuing  city?'* 

Walter  Kittridge.* 


1.  Give  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rise  With-in  the  veil,  and 


l3 

^ -i=q 

r — =1 

r ' 

— L_  1 j 

Duet, 


bright  their  glo-ries  be.  Ma  - ny  are  the  friends,  Who  are 


c ki: 1 

1 

-yrs.  ^ e ns  ^ ^ ___  - 

w — i=i 

^ 4 * S 

1 g 

L_i 

L— i 

1 f 

wait-ing  to  - day.  Hap  - py  on  the  gold  - en  strand ; 


Chorus, 


-J 

^ p — p — g— g — — g — 

^ (•  f*  ^ ' 

Ma  ny  are  the  voic  - es 
feb— * • S i 4— =J:=q 

^ ^ ^ 1 L 

Oall-ing  us  a - way  To 

— ^ ^ 1 

iS=— gh-^  i : 

f 

Ma  - ny  are  the  voic  - es 

Call-ing  us  a - way  To 

svu  K is: ic 

1)  r*  r*  n r*  s# 

^ ^ — h— — f= 

* From  the  '‘'•Few  Standard  Singer?^ 


l^allowed  $o»9s,  Beuised. 


153 


-trrrz  . i . - : • _ 

“7 

TT 

r 1 ^ ^ 

join  their  glo  - rious  band,*  Call-ing  us  a - way, 

o u J IS 1 N 

U 2 ^ L ^ ^ ^ 

W 

V 

[7  or  • _ m . ^ 

r _ j ' • m m 

I 

1 ^ 9 9 9 9 a0 

join  their  glo  - rious  band;  Call-ing  us  a - way. 

Repeat  Chorus,  pp 


Call-ing  us  a - way,  Call  - ing  to  the  bet  - ter  land. 


Call-ing  us  a - way,  Call  - ing  to  the  bet  - ter  land. 


9 9 9 9 

— JP ^ ^ ^ 00 ^ 

i 

— 1 : 

No.  119. 

2 Once  they  were  mourners  here  below, 

And  pour’d  out  cries  and  tears ; 
They  wrestled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  sins,  and  doubts,  and  fears. 
Many  are  the  friends,  <fec. 

3 I ask  them  whence  their  vict’ry  came  : 

Tliey,  with  united  breath, 

Ascribe  their  conquest  to  the  Lamb, — 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

Many  are  the  friends,  &c. 


154 


:^allott)e4  $ongs,  Revised. 


BRIGHT  HOME.* 

“/«  my  Father's  house  are  many  mansions^ 


1 

^ir;j=n=] 

p ^-2  s-j 

1.  Brighi 

U 

-r  i t — 

b home  of  our 

L|_  , ^ J 

Sav  - iour,  wha* 
1 1 

-1 1- — 1~^-r  ^ 

fc  glo  - ries  a - wait  The 

iri — J — -«1—  -*d— d— 1— 

ZD 

— ! 

\ ^ S -or  - * ^ 5 a,  * 

' 1. 

1.  Bright  home  of  our 

Sav  - iour,  wha 

^ 

t glo  - ries  a - 

wait  The 

q 

— rq i_  [z  . LI  rz  • i_  “ 

I I r r i i n 

spir  - its  that  pass  thro’  thy  bright  pearl-y 
-H  ! . -I  ! 

gate ; What 

n > r 

7Tf?K □ d 

■ ~1 ' ii~'  ■ ■ 

f(\y  ^ 

Vi/  ^ mm 

^ zg  9 • s m m 

spir  - its  that  pass  thro’  thy  bright  pearl-y 

r 

gate ; What 

^ ^ 

p:  ♦ ...^ 

_l 1 1 ^ ^ — 

I — p_b — i 1 1 — 

1 ( i J 

L/  u _ _ m mr— 



_zz*  ■ 

-TTfi^C — r ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ JZ IZ  L 

TTW  D IZ  _L 

1 1^ I-'  d c. 

d 

VI  r r I I I I I r 

an  - thems  of  rap-ture,  un-  ceas-  iog  and  high,  Compose  the  loud 

n L • ^ J I I J . l J _l. 

—trrn  » • — ^ — i 

] q z]  1 z^ 1 

fr^-h — — 

i j — S~  — d~~ 

; • — 

fexf-SF=jg-h 

' g • ® « 

-Q  -.-  • 

^ 1 ^ 

an  - thems  of  rap-  ture,  un  - eeas-ing  and  high,  Compose  the  loud 

-t-ntt r — r“~i  zz  zi  c c zx 

s 9 — m 

Fr— f— r-r-g — :^==f = 

^ «> 

L — zizxzi^iziizx 

-rxzbl—' 

r|  p p r&'  ^ ^ T p 

-! 1 1 L 

* Air—'‘H(yme^  sweet  home,'' 


:^aUowed  $ong$,  Beuised. 


155 




1 

1=— 

. 

— 

■=i — =1 — = 

^ r — -r— ^ 

^ ^ 

h-  t-  r 

cho  - rus  that  glad-  dens  the  sky  ? Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet 


cho  - rus  that  glad-dens  the  sky  ? Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet 


^ 1 , — M ^ 1 1 — I I 1 — ^ — ' 

home  ; Pre-  pare  me,  dear  Sav  - iour,  for  yon  - der  blest  home. 


— i g — 

hon 

le ; Pre  • 

■ pare  me,  dear 

Sav  - iour,  for 

ilziiS  f — g--.^  • 
yon  - der  blest  home. 

- - 

No.  120. 

2 The  home  of  the  ransom’d,  the  land  of  the  blest. 
Where  pilgrims  shall  enter  a glorious  rest ; 

Shall  wander  in  gladness  the  pastures  of  green, 

And  drink  the  still  waters  of  pleasures  serene. 

Home,  home,  cfec. 

3 The  home  that  our  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare — 
No  heart  can  conceive  of  the  blessedness  there, 

Of  raptures  unending  awaiting  the  just, 

When  pure  in  his  likeness  they  rise  from  the  dust. 
Home,  home,  cfec. 

4 We  bless  thee,  dear  Saviour,  who  eall’st  us  to  share 
The  beautiful  home  thou  hast  gone  to  prepare ; 

We  trust  in  thy  mercy,  that,  wash’d  from  our  sin. 
Through  yonder  bright  gates  we  may  all  enter  in. 

Hume,  home,  <fec. 


156 


fallowed  $ongs,  Kevieed. 


RALLY  ROUND  THE  CROSS. 


* Let  me  glory  in  the  cross,^' 


Philip  Phillips.* 


1.  Hark!  the  Gospel  triumph  sounding,  Hear  its  ech-o  far  and  wide  ; 


Mil-lions  to  the  Cross  are  fly-ing,  Where  the  Saviour  bled  and  died. 


-a  ^ . — ^ 

TTl? 

“ S . a a .. 

t — S — m — ] 

z!?  m a _ 9 A 

._LJ.  M M M ‘a  1 

KTU  a 9 9 [ . 9 a tz ^ _jzr  i ; i 

J -a- 

Come,  and  join  tha 

^ ^ 

.t  no-  ble  ar-my,  . 

-a»-  ^ ^ \ 

A.nd  our  bat  - tie  - cry  shall  be, 

Ral-ly  round  the  Cross  of  Jesus  ; He  has  died  to  make  us  free. 


gzng— ( 


* From  Misical  Leaves,' 


l^allowed  $ongs,  Beviaed. 


157 


Chorus. 


-J J- 


Ral-  ly  rouad  the  Cross,  Ral-ly  round  the  Cross : Je  - sus 

J-  - -- 


^11 


; Ral  - ly,  ral  - ly  round  the  Cross 


No.  121, 

2 Through  his  all-atoning  merit, 

We  no  more  are  slaves  to  sin; 

By  his  grace  we  yet  may  conquer 
Foes  without  and  foes  within. 

Courage  ! let  our  hearts  be  valiant, 

And  our  armor  brightly  shine; 

Take  the  helmet  of  salvation, 

Wield  the  sword  of  truth  divine. — Cho. 

3 See  our  glorious  banner  waving 

O’er  the  Christian’s  battle-ground ; 

Faithful  at  the  posts  of  duty, 

Let  us  each  and  all  be  found. 

See  our  glorious  banner  waving, 

To  its  colors  boldly  stand ; 

Lo  ! our  “ beacon  ” m the  distance. 

Pointing  to  the  promised  land. — Cho* 

4 We  are  on  the  banks  of  Jordan, 

Darkly  though  its  waters  flow, 

Upward  to  the  Mount  of  Zion, 

Shout  triumphant  as  we  go. 

One  more  struggle,  one  more  conquest, 

And  our  mortal  strife  shall  cease; 

Hallelujah ! hallelujah ! 

We  shall  gain  the  port  of  peace. — Oho. 

Fanny  Croshy, 


158 


i^allowed  Revised. 


BLESSES  BIBLE.  Ss  & 7s.  Double. 


‘ Thy  word  have  I hidden  in  my  heart 

Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


• ‘S-  j* 

1.  Blessed  Bi-ble!how  I love  it  1 How  it  doth  my  bo-som 


>— t- 


U I? 


r*i n 

n “1^ — ^“T 

m “ — m — 

— ari— 1 -*1-^ — S 

j 1 

1 ^ 

s — • — ^ 

cheer  1 What  on 

earth  like  this  to 

CO  - vet  ? Oh,  what 

-P*  - n-^  * f- 

fe 

• i f? 

=g  ,g  ■ £ :-g~: 

— 1 ^ p— 

^ r 

* — N. 


=S=S-'; 


=ii 


stores  of  wealth  are  here ! Man  was  lost,  and  doom’d  to  sorrow,  Hot  one 

-m. 


ray  of  light  or  bliss  Could  he  from  earth’s  treasures  borrow.  Till  his 

V-t ^ 


:^allowed  Revised. 


159 


iE=5=±=* 


-r 


way  was  cheer’d  by  this.  Bless  - ed  Bi  - ble  ! Bless  - ed 


s=5ee=¥: 


P p 


r-J-  ^ -n 

a 2 ai-r — a mi -d ! ite- 

r -k ^ 

=3~'- 

Bi  - ble  ! Blessed 

Ip -L 

E®  S_ 

Bi  - ble  ! How  thor 
rf  — ^ ' * J 

"-IS-  • ^ 

1 dost  my  spir  - it  c 

~M—[z 

;heer. 

£=:e 

No.  122. 

2 Yes,  I’ll  to  my  bosom  preslHhee  ; 

Precious  word,  I’ll  hide  thee  here , 

Sure  my  very  heart  will  bless  thee. 

For  thou  ever  say’st,  “ good  cheer !” 

Speak,  poor  heart,  and  tell  thy  pond’rings, 
Tell  how  far  thy  rovings  led, 

When  this  book  brought  back  thy  wand’rings, 
Speaking  life  as  from  the  dead. 

Blessed  Bible  ! Blessed  Biblel 
How  thou  dost  my  spirit  cheer. 


3 Yes,  sweet  Bible  ! I will  hide  thee 
Deep — yes,  deeper  in  this  heart ; 

Thou  through  all  my  life  wilt  guide  me, 

And  in  death  we  will  not  part. 

Part  in  death  ? no,  never ! never ! 

Through  death’s  vale  I’ll  lean  on  thee ; 

Then  in  worlds  above,  forever. 

Sweeter  still  thy  truths  shall  be. 

Blessed  Bible  ! Blessed  Bible ! 

How  thou  dost  my  spirit  cheer.-— ifrs.  Phehe  Palmer. 


160 


i^allowe^'ipongs,  Revised. 


BATTLING  FOE  THE  LOED. 


/ mtist  work  the  works  of  hint  that  sent  me  while  it  is  day  ; the  night  cometh  when 
no  man  can  work.^* 


T.  E.  Perkins. 


IA-r 

Chorus. 

:: 

R 

Soli 

>. 

"i — 1% — K k 

pi_ 

— ^ t 1»»— ' 

Bat-  tling  for  the 
1 -|<  1*1. 

Lord ! 

1 1.  We’ve  list  - ed  in  a 

(?z=zJz=3i; 

: -M.z:zft — 'fL  : 

-L ^ 1 

ho  - ly  war. 

Bat-  tling  for  the 

^ — g 

-^d 

Lord! 

. _(  ....  ^ m _(_ ^ ^ 

Chorus. 

~w W 

-#  • M:  : 

ipzzz^zi : 

^ Solo. 

7^  - F 

, 

1 ^ ^ 

Bat-  tling  for  the 

— , 

Lord ! 

E . 

ter  - nal  life,  e - ' 

- n =15I: 

ter ' nal  joy, 

-i» M — im--— 

Bat-  tling  for  the 

r r 1 w 

LJ^  D 

Lord ! 

m :p. ..  .9  ; 

— — 

Full  Chorus. 


r-ry,, — ^-| 

zti— 

r — r-=v □ 

“*jSI  jV  jV  9 

--p— T— j» 

fcZit 

if  ^ 

We’ll 

n 

work  till  Je  - bus 
1 r> 

Lt-  1 ^ 

comes,  We’ll 

r-  1 -1  ^ 

L-1-  ^ ^ 

work  till  Je  - bus 
I N 

comes, 

H y f 1 

_ J ] I 

m Ji  J I ^ 

/in 

j 4M 

i I 9 \ W 

fjjd' 

1 S S| ® (jjj 99 

J J „ - J 

T»  V 

9 (m  9 

~9  ’~0 

^ -g- 

Well  work  till  Je  - bus 

comes,  We’ll 

i > 

work  till  Je  - bus 

comes. 

L — L_ ^ 

- 

;$aUouje4  $ongs,  Bevi$ed. 


161 


^ rp\ 

£ii=f?z 

-2f — ^ ^—h 1 1 — 


We’ll  work  till  Je  - sus  comes,  And  then  we’ll  rest  at  home. 


k i > \ 1 k 

We’ll  work  till  Je  - sus  comes,  And  then  we’ll  rest  at  home. 


'-F(» (• — 


No.  123. 


2 Under  our  captain  Jesus  Christ, 

Battling  for  the  Lord! 

We’ve  listed  for  this  mortal  life. 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! — We’ll  work,  (fee. 


8 We’ll  fight  against  the  powers  of  sin, 
Battling  for  the  Lord ! 

In  favor  of  our  heavenly  King, 

Battling  for  the  Lord! — We’ll  work,  <feo= 

4 And  when  our  warfare  here  is  o’er. 
Battling  for  the  Lord  1 
This  strife  we’ll  leave,  and  war  no  more. 
Battling  for  the  Lord! — We’ll  work,  ic. 


5 


’ Coda,  for 


Our  friends  and  kindred  there  we’ll  meet, 

On  the  heavenly  shore ! 

And  ground  our  arms  at  Jesus’  feet, 

On  the  heavenly  shore ! — We’ll  work,  <fec. 

' Philip  Phillips, 

the  last  verse. 




-f-  jg 

-y-v  ->i 

t:=3=:=5:=:S: 

— 1 |y. 

s 

3f  ' L 

-p— J-l 

a— 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ! Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 


-A- 


[3^ 


Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home ! Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory,  my  home. 


162 


fallowed  $ong$,  Bevi$ed. 


GUIDE  US,  SAVIOUE. 

He  will  guide  you  into  all  truthl*' 


T.  C.  O’Kanb.* 


l_p_: 

p*=k=: 
c 

And  the  nar-row  way  of  truth.”  Guide  us,  Sav  - iour,  guide  us, 

-N-i — ! 1 — — !^-i 


Wj 


And  the  nar^row  way  of  truth.”  Guide  us,  Sav  ^ iour,  guide  us, 

?z=z=^=^r^ 


* From  Singing  Filgnml 


j;*4tlowe3  ^ongs,  Revised. 


163 


— 3 = - 

c g_  1 — 

tz c Us - 

^ rr z ' ' ; . : 

p T w w w i 1 1 

Sav  - iour.  In  the  nar  - row  way  of  truth ; Guide  us, 

T Z _J  -1 , 1 1 — 2i 

—[rni  _z] r ^ ^ u frzi 

2 

V 01  ^ w ,1  5s  A n 01  0 

j ^ S m S 

m « g m ~ Of : g U z 

r ^ * 

Sav  - iour,  In  the 

nar  - row  way  of 

truth ; Guide  us, 

i J - 

P 


Repeat  ad  lib.  pp 


Sav-  iour,  guide  us,  Sav  - iour,  In  the  nar-row  way  of  truth. 

d 1- 


Sav-  iour,  guide  us,  Sav  - iour.  In  the  nar-row  way  of  truth. 

=^- 


No.  124. 

2 Be  our  strength,  for  we  are  weakness ; 

Be  our  wisdom  and  our  guide ; 

May  we  walk  in  love  and  meekness, 

Nearer  to  our  Saviour’s  side. 

Naught  can  harm  us,  naught  can  harm  us, 

While  we  thus  in  thee  abide. 

8 May  thy  watchful  angels  hover 

Round  us,  when  there’s  evil  near ; 

May  we  hide  beneath  the  cover 
Of  thy  wings,  in  time  of  fear ; 

And  in  sorrow,  and  in  sorrow. 

Comfort  our  sad  hearts,  and  cheer. 

4 And  when  death  at  last  o’ertakes  us, 

And  we  sink  beneath  his  might, 

May  the  blessed  morn  awake  us, 

Safe  in  yonder  realms  of  light  ; 

There  forever,  there  forever, 

Chant  thy  praise  wkh  angels  bright. 

Mrs.  Bishop  Thompson, 


164 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


THAT  WILL  EE  JOYFUL. 


Fellowship  of  love. 


Arranged. 


\-fvv 

1 — f«— — h p*-4vx-|--  ^ fT 

,-j  - ,j  -1  j 1 — - 1 .; i 1 - 1 [ 1 

m • m •n 

rs  ^ ^ ^ zm  m — r .n 

■■1 

- w .of.  - - -*i-  p ^ -<:>- 

i How  pleasant  thus  to  dwell  be  - low  In  fel-low-ship  of  love ! ) 
[ And,  tho’  we  part^  ’tis  bliss  to  know  The  good  shall  meet  a-bove.  J 

S - ^ -•'wS  - J -fi- 

r ‘ r r-  1 1 - — 1 

p fit 

■ - 1 j^P 

-t  t id 

^ if  • 

^ . m >11 

1 1 ^ r^i 

■ It  if  k 

1 ^ 1 ^ 

I fs  .\  ^ . 

J -^- 

The  good  shall  meet  a - 

1 i--*r  1 

hove, ....  The  good  shall  meet  a - bove 

^ p fi 

i 

■; 

• 

-s  s ^ s 

-W |K — |e m — 

f- ^ ^ ^ ' U-  ^ 1 

l£Hr=^. 


And,  tbo’  we  part,  ’tis  bliss  to  know  The  good  shall  meet  a - hove. 


jg— 

tin 

t— ' 

1^4 

Chorus. 


i r 

d : 

»}-^ M ^ ntr^-w:zi bU  2 ^ 

Oh,  that  will  be  joy  - ful,  joy  - ful. 

g . — m • -- 

joy  - ful; 

* lL  L*  1 ; S • BK  • 

l'^  1 ^ ^ \zzr~z  1 ~-'~pTT 

l^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


165 


^1-5 1 — , 

r-4-  -] 

— I ^ 

\ — 

1 — 

— S — 

— aJj“i — 9 

Y 3-1 — 3 % 

1 

—3 — d ° 

• - -V  • • r~  • -^c^" 

Oh,  that  will  be  joy  - ful,  To  meet  to  part  no  more. 


*. 

c Jl  -s-  J 

^ ^ r- — 1 — ^ 

: 

1 1 ^ ^ |C ^ 

n kZ — 

^ -3^1  _J 

1 ! ! 

1 ^ — 1 ■ • ^ ^ 

— 


lil 


-M—m- 


To  meet  to  part  no  more ....  On  Canaan’s  hap-py  shore, 


-M 


^ — J — 

iz;  zs:. 

4f 1 — 

I ^ 

And  sing  the  ev  - er  - lasting  song  With  those  whoVe  gone  before 


|,g ^ZZljg— 

t C— 

:L: 

T?-  r=i: 

1=  b ^ 

— r — p C 

L| ^ 

No.  125. 


2 Yes,  happy  thought ! when  we  are  free 

From  earthly  grief  and  pain, 

In  heaven  we  shall  each  other  see 
A.nd  never  part  again. 

Chorus. — Oh,  that  will  be  joyful,  (fee. 

3 Then  let  us  each,  in  strength  divine. 

Still  walk  in  wisdom’s  ways, 

That  we  with  those  we  love  may  join 
In  never-ending  praise. 

Chorus.— Oh,  that  will  be  joyful,  <fec. — Unknown. 


166 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


rest  rOE  THE  WEAEY. 

Arr.  by  Rev.  J.  W.  Dadmtjn. 


- 

^ ^—9-  i 

:-g-d 

g zzzg 

1.  In 

the 

Chris -tian’s  home 

in 

glo 

• ry. 

There  re- 

-Sr  • 

_zffi_ 

-S—  -C Iff: 

-S: 

«- 

m 


\$ 


-J 1- 


zi— gz 


Z2^=z: 


m 


mains  a land  of  rest,  There  my  Saviour ’s  gone  be  - fore  me, 


g— -P'-rj*— -g-— -f:— -g-- 

rzzL, 1 — F^F^i — 1 — r- 


0 L 1 ^ 

^ ] J ^ 

1 1 1 I r 

. J 

n • .-J  m 

b - 

^ ^ ^ - 

TL 

T- ^ 

wea  - ry,  There  i 
J F ? 

s rest  for  the  wea  - ry,  There  is 

, p,.,:: :e  • ^ -pg  g n > 

1 1 ■ 5 

-J-p  — P-— J-L 

■ ' 

J^allowed  $ong8,  Revised. 


167 


m. 


rest  for  the  wea  - ry,  There  is  rest  for  you.  On  the 

— -g- : -r  ,~r  -'g- — » — 


1 — r 


rs^ps^zzizia 
zgn  :^z=izi 


-4 U 


th  - er  side  of  Jor-dan,  In  the  sweet  fields  of  E - den, 


t ( S;^ 


Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming,  There  is  rest  for  you. 

•- 


Ho.  126, 

2 He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand, 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. — Cho, 


3 Pain  nor  sickness  ne’er  shall  enter. 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 

I a crown  of  life  shall  wear. — Cho, 


4 Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn ; 

Shout  for  gladness,  O ye  ransomed, 

Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn. — Cho, 

6 Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ; 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go ; 

Zion’s  gate  will  open  for  you. 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. — Cho, 


168 


i^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


77HAT  AEE  YOU  GOING  TO  DO? 


“ Wherewithal  shall  a yotmg  man  cleanse  his  ways,*^  by  heeding^  etc.^  etc. 

Philip  Phillips.* 


:*lzi=*j±:38|=:iii; 


1.  Oh,  what  are  you  go-  ing  to  do, 


brother?  Say,  what  are  you 

N 


-^-1^ 


go  • ing  to  do  ? You  have  thought  of  some  useful  la  - bor,  But 

]S  IS  IS  b i N I ^ 

=g^^z=3^=Ti^g^=g^gM=^-g=g==g^r-t-r=gq 

— ^ — -i»  ^ — i—  -»—- — » »— 


--51-^ 


what  is  the  end 


You  are  fresh  from  the  home  of  your 


f 7)  k 1 IS  1 I N 

^ ^ ^ * ■ -1 

1 1 

S K 

-T*  J -J 

-_5  nR  - 

b * — M 5-' 

W . W » u 

boy  - hood,  And 

just  in  the  hloom  of 

youth  I 

Have  you 

-g  'S"^S 

fi'  -r- 

ft  :e 

b k "I'  ■■  1"  ^ 

W ]s  ~ 

P P 

p > U 

* One  of  the  souhstirring  songs  from  the  ''"Musical  Leaves^"'  and  dedicated  by 
the  author  to  the  Young  Men'^s  Christian  Associations  of  the  United  States. 


J^allowed  $ong$^  Revised. 


169 


3=?= 

-£ii— r- 


-r~r 


z4»ziziS=S— z 


z:«izriiiz 

-^5:7:51- 


tast  - ed  the  sparkling  wa  - ter  That  flows  from  the  fount  of  truth  ? 


-g'-'ig- 


K S |s_J  ^ S ^1 _| zi J 

=^^zqszq-!^zf^ 

9J 

Is  your  1 

/■VI  1 ^ — 1^ — 1 

tieart  in  the  Saviour’s  keeping  ? Re-n 
— (• (•— ^ (• — 

! 

lem-ber,  he  died  for 

you  I 

g:irs_ 

-R-— -p— ^ ^ p: — j-p — ^ p — p: — 

m m — 

5 ^ 

Ll — i^— ^ — t ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ — 

:te  i?  k— 1 k 

-N — — N- 


Mz 


Then  what  are  you  going  to  do,  brother?  Say,  what  are  you  going  to  do  ? 

> > ^ 0.  ^ :p: 


ifegzz^k!Zz^ijiZzz]gt^ 


iiii 


;i»=fceiz(*z^:iz|»: 


z^Lz^zikzhiaz:!*- 


No.  127. 

2. 

Oh,  what  are  you  going  to  do,  brother  ? 

The  morning  of  youth  is  past ; 

The  vigor  and  strength  of  manhood, 

My  brother,  are  yours  at  last. 

You  are  rising  in  worldly  prospects, 
And  prospered  in  worldly  things ; — 

A duty  to  those  less  favored. 

The  smile  of  your  fortune  brings. 
Chorus. 

Go,  prove  that  your  heart  is  grateful  — 
The  Lord  has  a work  for  you  I 
Then  what  are  you  going  to  do,  brother  ? 
Say,  what  are  you  going  to  do  ? 

3. 

Oh,  what  are  you  going  to  do,  brother? 

Your  sun  at  its  noon  is  high ; 

It  shines  in  meridian  splendor, 

And  rides  through  a cloudless  sky. 
You  are  holding  a high  position. 

Of  honor,  of  trust,  and  fame ; — 


Are  you  not  willing  to  give  the  glory 
And  praise  to  your  Saviour’s  name? 
Chorus. 

The  regions  that  sit  in  darkness 
Are  stretching  their  hands  to  you ; 
Then  wbat  are  you  going  to  do,  brother  ? 
Say,  wnat  are  you  going  to  do  ? 

4. 

Oh,  what  are  you  going  to  do,  brother  ? 

The  twilight  approaches  now ; — 
Already  your  locks  are  silvered. 

And  winter  is  on  your  brow. 

Your  talents,  your  time,  your  riches, 

To  Jesus,  your  Master,  give ; 

Then  ask  if  the  world  around  you 
Is  better  because  you  live. 

Chorus. 

You  are  nearing  the  brink  of  Jordan, 
But  still  there  is  work  for  yon  ; 

Then  what  are  you  going  to  do,  brother  ? 
Say,  what  are  you  going  to  do  ? 


170 


fallowed  $ong8,  Bevi$ed. 


NEAREE  MY  HOME. 

John  M.  Evans. 


SE=i 

■h=Bz 


ze-—e=m^-m~ 


z^z±^=^z 


^_l_i kiiO* , ^- 

1.  A crown  of  glo  - ry  bright,  By  faith  I . . . , 

■f — — -r^r 


m. 


1 — ! r Ti — ^T'~1 1 ST~\ ? 


E?=?i 


see; 

-I !~ 


~r 

^ — ' 

1.  A crown  of  glo  - ry  bright,  By  faith  I....  see; 


— r 


i 

f 


In  yon  - der  realm  of  light,  Pre  - pared  for 
=sTrr-J ^ 


I 


In  yon  - der  realm  of  light,  Pre  - pared  for..  me... 


Chorus, 


-1^ — ^ 


Pm  near-er  myhome,  near-er  my  home,  Near-er  my  home  to- 

, ^ — w — 1 K-, 


s=s=? 


p & ts  E.  r 

I’m  near-er  my  home,  near-er  my  home,  Hear-er  my  home  to- 


=g— I*— ^ 

-5 ^ 1 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


171 


ri»== 


Yes!  near  - er  my  home  in  heaven  to- 

JS- 


day; 


Yes!  near  - er  my  home  in  heaven  to- 


No.  128. 

2 Oh,  may  I faithful  prove, 

And  keep  the  cro’wn  in  view, 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 
My  way  pursue. 

3 Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide, 

My  steps  attend ; 

Oh,  keep  me  near  thy  side, 

Be  thou  my  friend. 

4 Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun. 

My  Saviour  and  my  guide  ; 
And  when  my  work  is  done, 

My  great  reward. — UnknowTU 


172 


$ongs,  IK^evised. 


JOYFULLY.  \ 

“ Joyfully  onward.^* 


1.  Joy  - ful  -ly,  joy  - ful  - ly  on  - ward  I move,  Bound  to  the 


s • 'i 

5 

H 

m- 

► 1 

• * 

1 

-J L_  LEE- 

9 • S L_  ^ B • 

-b— ^-i» — 

L_i — 

~r — D — 1 
L- ^ — 1 — h 

£3-- j j 

^ 

1 

n— 

4-  -m-.- 

r~i ’ ~t~\ — 1 — n — 1 

: * ^ i • V M — * 

Q i 

J-  & 1 m ^ w - - 

land  of  bright  spir-  its  a - hove  ; An  - gel-  ic  chor  - is  - 1' 

-m-  - -m-  __  ^ . -fi-  - 

ers 

B. 

-t: — -'p  ■ m • r n 

p ^ 

t 

U 1 

^ ^ ■ -1-..  p-Jj 

^ 

n—d h— 

> ’ 

r~i  - 

1 ^ 

tj 

p_-z_3_sj 
sing  as  I < 

I - « 

come,  Joy- ful -ly, 

P - • . • -!* 

joy  - f> 

:e-  -« 

■!  . , L.^  ^ ,,  J i.j u 

il  - ly  haste  to  thy  home  ! 

*-  -j®-  ^ (£3  . 

“ S -1.- L Li.-bfe-:-  - . 

Soon  with  my  pil  - grimage  end  - ed  be  - low,  Home  to  the 


Jjtallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


173 


?!; 


-I- 


-jz±rf— ^=g-Egzi=B-;=i-g"g-E8^i:38rrS^ 
land  of  bright  spir-its  I go ; Pil  - grim  and  stranger  no 


— L_i 1 e 


?zzz^?zziz^?z=e 


-r-- 


— f- 


^?zizi3zzSziESlil 


_i^ — 


more  shall  I roam,  Joy  - ful  - ly,  joy  - ful  - ly  rest-ing  at  home. 


No,  129, 

2 Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed  on  before ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  me  approaching  the  shore ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death’s  chilling  gloom, 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall  on  my  ear ; 

Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I hear 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven’s  high  dome, — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

8 Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low 
Strike,  king  of  terrors,  I fear  not  the  blow ; 

J esus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb  ! 

Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 

Death  shall  be  banished,  his  sceptre  be  gone  : 

Joyfully,  then,  shall  I witness  his  doom. 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home.-— Wm.  Hunter, 


174 


jpallovued  ^ongs,  iSevised. 


THE  LAND  OP  BEULAH. 


immortal  home.'‘^ 

Wm.  B.  Bkadbubt.* 


9 p - -p |ff_ 

~jgc  ••  p -p  ^ 

P ^ 

^ ^ f-  P 

--1 1— 

1.  My  lat  - est  sun  is  sink-ing  fast,  My  race  is  near-ly  run ; 


a - N ^ . J 

^ J 

! N _ 1 1 

1/  1 1 1 mI - - ] 1*  ^ 

>i_  li  ; J j M L ^ • iri 

9:S— S- 

^ m.  . 9..  m ...m 

S X S IS  m V 9 

1.  My  lat  - est  sun  is  sink-ing  fast,  My  race  is 

/T\ 

near-ly  run ; 

m 


$ 


My  strongest  tri  - als  now  are  past,  My  triumph  is 


My  strongest  tri  - als  now  are  past.  My  triumph  is 


1 

be  - gun. 


be  - gun. 


Jlefrain* 


§ 1 — ^ 

Oh,  come, 

1 J 

L4_  ^ 1 

an  - gel  band, 

rA 

Lj_  ^ ^ — 

come,  and  a - 

p-1  -! N-- 

U i P — L 

round  me  stand.  Oh, 

rF ^ ^ 

Tf- — 

m s-r— 3^r- 

_ m * J " s 

Oh,  come,  an  - gel  band,  come,  and  a - round  me  stand.  Oh, 

/i'',.  a • »’\  M ■»  . ,•  * . M - " K 

W ; 1 

^ at at 

* From  “ Golden  Chain.' 


^^allowcd  fongs,  Beuised. 


175 


/K— P* — ^ 

: — . 

* 

bear  me  a - way  on  your 
h — h -A — 

snowy  wings  To 

my  immor-tal 
r-i ^ 1'  -N-i 

k-E 

home;  Oh, 
r4-l  -T 

— ail al 9l ^ \ 

^ ^ ^ 

:il_^ - 

bear  me  a -way  on  your  i 

ijl • — 

snowy  wings  To : 

my  immor-tal  ] 

- ^ S : 
borne;  Oh, 

-9- K — k ^ 

/TTN 

_| igl ^ 1 P — 

^ U - u 

bear  me  a - way  on  your 

snowy  wings  To  my  immor  - tal 

/7\  I IS  1 X 

=1 — P— 

home. 

-ap(— — ' ‘ 

bear  me  a - way  on  your 

ff— t 

ts— s=«J 

snowy  wings  To  i 
F=]  =:^— 1=z~lsq 

tir  g ^ -wL^ 
tny  immor  - tal 

-k; — mq _ 

home. 

=d=d~h 

^ « « « bi# b»»—  -* -* * 

I k- 



Ho.  130. 

2 I know  I’m  nearing  the  holy  ranks 

Of  friends  and  kindred  dear  ; 

For  I brush  the  dews  on  Jordan’s  banks, 

The  crossing  must  be  near. — Refrain, 

3 I’ve  almost  gained  my  heavenly  home, 

My  spirit  loudly  sings ; 

The  holy  ones,  behold,  they  come ! 

I hear  the  noise  of  wings. — Refrain, 

4 Oh,  bear  my  longing  heart  to  Him, 

Who  bled  and  died  for  me ; 

Whose  blood  now  cleanses  from  all  sin, 

And  gives  me  victory. — Refrain. — Rev.  J.  Haskell. 


176 


lilallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


A LIGHT  IN  THE  WINDOW. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury.* 


1 — i — 1 — 1 1 — 

\~il  ~d  « ' «i ' - 

1 

LL 

•S-  -W.  ■■  -ic  ^ ^ 

1.  There’s  a ! 

light  in  the  win- do w for 

thee,  broth-er, 

— 1 ^ p — ' — 

k w 1 1 i 

LJ ^ ^ U 

1 1 — 1 

J n 

p(-  ■■(•I'  - 

— ^ 

P » .5.  - - - - 

There’s  a light  in  the  win  - dow  for  thee; 

- j 1 1 1 j^j  __ 

n ~n  u 



Frcytn  “ Golden  Chain^' 


3^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


177 


2 There^s  a crown,  and  a robe,  and  a palm,  brother, 

When  from  toil  and  from  care  you  are  free ; 

The  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  you  a home. 

With  a light  in  the  window  for  thee. — Cho, 

3 Oh,  watch,  and  be  faithful,  and  pray,  brother, 

All  your  journey  o’er  life’s  troubled  sea, 

Though  afflictions  assail  you,  and  storms  beat  severe, 
There’s  a light  in  the  window  for  thee. — Cho, 

4 Then  on,  perseveringly  on,  brother. 

Till  from  conflict  and  suffering  free  ; 

Bright  angels  now  beckon  you  over  the  stream. 
There’s  a light  in  the  window  for  thee. — Cho, 

12 


178 


^allow$4  ^ongs,  Revised. 


HE  LEAEETH  ME. 

Wm.  B.  Bradbtrt. 


1.  He  lead  - eth  me ! oh ! blessed  thought.  Oh ! words  with  heavenly 
^-r-^ ^-r-4- 


1.  He  lead  - eth  me  I oh ! blessed  thought,  Oh ! words  with  heavenly 


~^=:g=|g— f: 


-t — n 


-> — t- 


ti^i — r 


179 


19allowe4  $ongs,  Bevis$d. 


— r T i*’ — 1^~ 

-j  -j— : 

lead-eth  me  1 By 
1 1 

his  own  hand  he  lead-eth  me ; His 

m J-J— H ~J  ' l~  r*1' — 1 ' — zjr^zjizzi : — : 

r r * 

lead-eth  me!  By 

“ % S-g-.Wr.S!r^-* 5 — 

his  own  hand  he  lead-eth  me ; His 

/7\ 

f — r— r- 

""  j ) ~|  ~|  — ]' ; ^ 

LT n — m ^ 

faithful  follower  I would  be,  For  by  his  hand  he  lead-eth  me. 


r»  ^“1 — ' pi  1 

faithful  follower 

tt'nw ^ ^ m 

-i* 0 ^ S ^ bI al — 1 ^ — al— I 1 

tp — j — 3 ^ 

I would  be.  For  by  his  hand  he  lead-eth  me. 
^ ^ 1 ! 

Ernt- 

— E ^ ^ - 

I 


lo.  132. 

2 Sometimes  ’mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden’s  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o’er  troubled  sea — 

Still  ’tis  his  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

He  leadeth  me,  <fec. 

8 Lord,  I would  clasp  thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 

Content,  whatever  lot  I see. 

Since  ’tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me. 

He  leadeth  me,  &c. 

4 And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  thy  grace,  the  victory’s  won. 
E’en  death’s  cold  wave  I will  not  flee. 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me. 

He  leadeth  me,  <fec. 


180 


l^allowed  ^ongs,  Bevi$$d. 


SOLDIEES  OP  THE  CEOSS. 


a~  ^ ^ 1 L? !^—  -to ^ — to 1 


1.  Ye  sol  - diers  of  the  Cross,  rise  and  put  your  ar  - mor  on ; 


p5i- 


1.  Ye  sol  - diers  of  the  Cross,  rise  and  put  your  ar  - mor  on  • 


March  to  the  cit  - y of  the  ISTew  Je-ru-  sadem;  Je  - sus 


_A  ^ ^ |S  . 

7T-  H M ^ • in  

L-S  • t S-r  J S 

:gb-t^ 

March  to  the  cit  - y of  the  !N'ew  Je-ru  - sa-lem  ; Je  - sus 


i 


w- 


gives  the  or  - der,  and  leads  his  peo  • pie  on  Till  vie  - to  - ry  is 


zi?iz:^z;=^=:5z:=i 


il- 


gives  the  or  - der,  and  leads  his  peo  - pie  on  Till  vie  - to  - ry  is 


* From  “ PUgrim'^s  Songs.' 


^allow$d  $ong$,  Revised. 


181 


Chorus, 


i^zB=?ZESiEiE?±EgE 


T^-^~ . zprnz:^=:^:iz:^=:^:ii:gz 
i+zz=^Bzp=zU=:t^=^=ti^=H5t 


won,  Glo  - ry,  glo  - ry,  hal-le  - lu  - jah ! Glo  - ry,  glo-ry,  hal  - le 

1^  K ^ l. 


won.  Glo  - ry,  glo  - ry,  hal-le  - lu  - jah ! Glo  - ry,  glo-ry,  hal  - le  • 


=p=:r-“5iz|?:±z 


lu  - jah  ! Glo  - ry,  glo  - ry,  hal-le  - lu  - jah  1 We  are  marching  on. 


^_=|  Zl  P :z!  — -Z$ILZ=^ 

rA fT 

-^-p-  3 

-Sf ^ 

E*  * • gJ 

lu  • jah ! Glo  - ry,  glo  - ry,  hal-le  - lu  - jah ! We  are  marching  on. 

. L 


Uo.  133. 

2 The  watchmen  they  are  crying,  attend  the  trumpet’s  sound, 
Take  the  gospel  banner,  and  the  powers  of  hell  surround. 
Hearts  and  arms  make  ready,  the  battle  is  at  hand; 

Go  forth  at  Christ’s  command. — Chorus. 

3 Lay  hold  upon  the  Saviour- by  faith’s  victorious  shield, 
March  on  in  order,  till  you  win  the  glorious  field, 

Faint  not  by  the  way,  till  you’ve  gained  that  peaceful  shore, 
Where  war  shall  be  no  more. — Chorus. 

4 Ke’er  think  the  victory  won,  nor  lay  your  armor  down, 
March  on  in  duty  till  you  gain  the  starry  crown ; 

When  the  war  is  o’er,  and  the  battle  you  have  won, 

Jesus  will  say,  ‘‘Well  done.” — Chorus. 


182 


:^aUowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


WA^CCH  AND  PEAY. 


T.  E.  Perkins.* 


;rtaz=z1=:=z|=z:z]z 


~~l  1 1 ~~  1 

/'•I Is  \~ 1 

M i^- 

^ : 

II 


zM=.wlz 


1.  Soft  - ly  on  the  breath  of  eve  - ning  Comes  the  ten  - der 


-A 1- 


^ -ill 


1.  Soft  - ly  on  the  breath  of  eve  - ning  Comes  the  ten  - der 


sigh  of  day ; Lone-  ly  heart,  by  sor  - row  lad  - en, 
1 1 !- 


>— s— p— S-- 
sigh  of  day ; Lone-  ly  heart,  by  sor  - row  lad  - en, 


Chorus. 


11 


5^=rz 


’Tis  the  time  to  pray. 


Wea  - ry  pil  - grim, 


fcEzz:* 


Wea  - ry  pil  - grim, 

z=^-=m- 


Tis  the  time  to  pray. 


- 


* From  Golden  Promise'^ 


;^allowed  $ongs,  Bevi$ed. 


183 


- & ^ -g 

~d — d — 

:! 

cease  thy 

mourning, 

Wea  - ry  pil  - grim, 

cease  thy 

—i 

5^4,  ^ 1 

X ] 1—. 

jZ ^ ^ 

^ ^ -B 

^ i-  5 ^ 

cease  thy 

mourning, 

Wea  - ry  pil  - grim,  cease  thy 

:=^ — z2_=J_z:p_ : 

- ^ — j 

— p pc 

— 1 — t-  — 1 

, 

mourn  - ing,  Rest 


be  - yond 


Repeat  Chorus. 


er. 


mourn  - iog, 


Rest  be  - 


yond 


er. 


No.  134. 

2 Pearly  dews  like  tears  are  falling 

Gently  on  the  sleeping  flowers ; 

Stars  like  angel  eyes  are  beaming 
From  celestial  bowers. 

Weary  pilgrim,  &c. 

3 ’Tis  the  hour  where  hallowed  feelings 

Chase  our  doubts  and  fears  away ; 

Tis  the  hour  of  calm  devotion : . 

Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 

Weary  pilgrim,  <fec. 

4 Though  temptations  dark  oppress  thee, 

Jesus  guides  thee  on  thy  way ; 

He  will  hear  thy  lightest  whisper : 

Pilgrim,  watch  and  pray. 

Weary  pilgrim,  <fec. — Fanny  Crosby. 


184 


J^allowed  fong$,  Revised. 


I LOVE  TO  TELL  THE  STORY. 

Written  for  Chaplain  C.  C.  McCabe.  Wm.  G.  Fischer. 


g— gr 


s- 


1.  I love  to  tell  the  sto  - ry  Of  unseen  things  above,  Of 


-c|^r7r-g— g 


1 I 


z^—\ 


ZZlglZC^—^ 


m 


Je  - sus  and  his  glo-  ry,  Of  Je  - sus  and  his  love.  I - 

Iff:  ~j^- 

zzi:t=zpzz=fiZz:i-_tht_:^E3 


r- 


ti*E 


:i=gz 


love  to  tell  the  sto  - ry.  Because  I know  it’s  true,  It 


^ffzi^z 


zzzzztzz  jzzzztizzlz; 


0^ 


=:3==qs. 


c:zjzz=zir=H— zzi^ 


l?z 


sa  - tis-fies  my  longings,  As  nothing  else  would  do. 

-ff . • Iff:  • -P- 


-» !•— h-l 1 pZ_ 


I^allowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


185 


Chorus, 


:rt=r 


■CJ 

To  tell  the  old,  old  sto  - ry,  Of  Je  - sus  and  his  love. 


No,  135. 

2 I love  to  tell  the  story: 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 
Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

I love  to  tell  the  story: 

It  did  so  much  for  me! 

And  that  is  just  the  reason 
I tell  it  now  to  thee.— C7io. 

3 I love  to  tell  the  story : 

’T  is  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I tell  it 
More  wonderfully  sweet. 

I love  to  tell  the  story : 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 
From  God’s  own  holy  word.— CAo. 

4 I love  to  tell  the  story: 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 
To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 

And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I sing  the  New,  New  Song, 

’Twill  be— the  Old.  Old  Stoky 
That  I have  loved  so  long.— CAo. 


186 


;^allowed  $o»9$,  Eevi$ed. 


BEAUTIFUL  LAND. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


—A 

% --  Z- 

1 

-S— 2— S— ^ — if_d 



r-  ^■ 

1 ■ r ^ 

1.  A 

beau-ti  - ful  land  by  faith  I 

see,  A 

land  of  rest,  from 

I*  m 

T f*  ^ 

" -(• ta 1® fca 

zj=^z=^—^=z^— 

F^:^,  T ..'  H+.  .,^=F— IZ3 

,__A  4*— I -> ^ 

— 1^  izf*  — N 1 

— 1 ->-r 

1 ^ 0 L 

•W7T\  OT H 1 — 

5 ■ ^ =S  ^ 

sor  - row  free,  The  j 

home  of  the  ransomed, 

zS—i^ — izf 

bright  and  fair,  And 

m 0 — P 

r 


Chofnis, 


h 1 

N ' 

1 

^ _ 1 

1 1 

h 1 

1 _L_  ' 

^ 1 

1 

y| 

/,u  ' ^ 

0 

1 — 

' 0 

l___l 

L*_i=^;d 

beau-ti  - ful  an  - gels,  too,  are  there.  Will  you  go  ? Will  you  go  ? 


\-^rh — r. — K — ^ — 

^ 1 — 

_4i^ 1 

'Af  ^ ^ M M 

1 0K ^ — — 

0 ^ * • ■ 

Go  to  that  beau  - ti  - ful  laud  with  me  ? 

-ff-  -ff-  -e—e  -e  J J'  m 

' 9 

AVill  you  go  ? 

r-^  - f-  f r 

iM? — U — — U — b 

:^al)owe4  $ong$,  Revised. 


187 


J 

May  be  repeated  at  pleasure,  pp. 

1^  , 1 ^ 1 

^ -H 

p p |5 [B — 1 ^ — 1 

1 

i 

J 

:zj ^ : _ 

^ t? 

Will 

you  go? 

A- 

Go 

-0- 

to 

-0- 

^ 1 — U — 

that  beau-ti  - ful  land? 

-0-  _ _ (« 

4^  U T ■■  1 

0 — ^ zip—  p :■ 

^ ^ — p — 

Jg..  ^ z't^-- - 

No.  136. 

2 That  beautiful  land,  the  city  of  light, 

It  ne’er  has  known  the  shades  of  night ; 

The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day. 

Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. — Oho. 

3 In  vision  I see  its  streets  of  gold, 

Its  beautiful  gates  I,  too,  behold. 

The  ri^jer  of  Efe,  the  crystal  sea, 

The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life’s  fair  tree. — Gho, 

4 The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 

And  in  one  harmonious  choir  they  praise 
Their  glorious  Saviour’s  matchless  grace. — Cho, 


TO-DAY  THE.  SAVIOUR  CALLS.  6s  & 4s. 


Dr.  Lowell  Maso^. 


1.  To-day  the  Saviour  calls,  Oh,  ye  benighted  Bouls,Why  longer  roam ! 

Ye  wanderers,  come ; 

, _ -m-  -0-  -0--G>-  _ I _ -Hr  - -(S’-  -0-  ^ _ 


No.  137. 

2 To-day  the  Saviour  calls : 

Oh,  listen  now ; 

Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3 To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

For  refuge  fly ; 


The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4 The  Spirit  calls  to-day : 
Yield  to  his  power  : 

Oh,  grieve  him  not  away; 
’Tis  mercy’s  hour. 


188 


l^aUowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


CHE2ST  ON  THE  MOUNT. 


!#:3: 


=T<=q^=l==rs: 


Philip  Phillips.* 

4N- 


■:  — ^3in:za^~:  ^ — a> — : 


1.  Come  un-to  Je  - sus,  ye  that  mourn,  Our  bless  - ed  Sav-iour 

^ ALTO. 


1 ^ 

izm  iziii— - 

'W^  0 

1.  Come  un-to  Je  - sus,  ye  that  mourn,  Our  bless  - ed  SaV-iour 

BASS. 


9C  . j. 

1 -H*.  . 

— — — 1 1^ zi~d 

ij — j ' — 

3“^ d : « « « d 

0 • mz  ^ m 

~p  g~~~ : 

said ; 


His  prom  - is  - 

es,  how  sure  they 

L_4__  U 

are,  *‘Ye 

i 

f * ■ 

said; 

His  prom  - is  - 

es,  how  sure  they 

are,  **  Ye 



^4  S ^ 

— ^ ^ ^ 

— 0 0 0 — 

l_C j — L 

Chorus.  TENOR. 


=3?cq:: 


f 


shall  be  com-fort  - ed.”  This  promise,  on  that  sa  - cred 

SOPRANO  AND  ALTO. 


shall  be  com-fort  - ed.”  This  promise,  on  that  sa  - cred 


* From  Musical  Leaves^ 


fallowed  $on9$,  Revised. 


189 


1 



— ^ — 

— r — ^ — 

■ |B  • 

22 

mount,  Was 

giv  - 

en 

by  our 

Lord ; 

- ^ ^ . -te  : 

“ Re  - joice,  and 

Ni  ^ 

~M  Sl"  2 ’ 

XJ'  ^ ^ 

mount,  Was 

" Z - 
giv  - 

en 

by  our 

Lord : 

“ Re  - joice,  and 

P 1—  1—  ^ 

1 r 


|.  ■ 1 

^ 

g ^ J J 

j2  1 ^ 1 _J 

be  ex  - ceed  - ing  glad.  For 

J ^ . . . 

great  is  your  re  - 
1 ^ 

ward.” 

1 

I/#...  • m "1  i i ! m 

^ t ^ 1 J ^ _ .J  . _ M • 

S S ^ IJ 

2 » • S 

— jri— T—  ; — 

r ^ ^ ^ 

be  ex  - ceed  - iog  glad.  For  great  is  your  re  - ward.” 

f f » > > > 

ft g - .r — g — 

1 b»» 

~r : ~ 

U_| u 

No.  138. 

2 Ye  poor  in  spirit,  unto  you 

How  great  the  blessings  given  ; 

His  choicest  promises  are  yours, 

“ Yours  is  the  kingdom — Heav’n,” — Oho, 

3 The  meek,  and  they  for  Jesus’  sake, 

Who  persecutions  bear ; 

He  promises  a heavenly  home, 

A crown  of  glory  there. — Cho^ 

4 Be  merciful,  for  unto  such 

He  spares  his  chast’ning  rod ; 

Be  pure  in  heart,  our  Saviour  says, 

The  pure  shall  dwell  with  God. — Cho. 

Dr.  E.  G.  Sumner. 


190 


l^allowed  $ongs,  Hevi$e4. 


FOUTLAND.  8s.  Double. 


The  heazenly  Jerusalem. 

W.  H.  Oakley. 


— “ i — 

>L_iLcJ J 

ff fL J 

^ m — 

1 ^ 

_ ^ ^ — 

1.  A - way  with  our  sor-row  and  fear,  We  soon  shall  re- 

nit ^ 1 , ! . 1 , J ! 1 1 

i iq 

7V  IT' 

1 

^1 

^ 

• 1 g WJ._ 

S 9 ^ 

^ q 

w m 

1 

. A- 

1 

way  with  our 

1 

sor-row  and 

fear.  We 

JPI  9 9 

soon  shall  re- 

J 

L-t 1 ^ — 

L-t-  

cov  - er  our  home : The  cit  - y of  saints  shall  ap  - pear, — The 


_n^  ^ K— T-n 

/T\ 

iJ 1 1 

pH  "I — ri 

zM j— 

9^-  .-g. 

9==^= 

I 


cov  - er  our  home  ; The  cit  - y of  saints  shall  ap  - pear, — The 


’ — -J— — : — iE: 


day  of  e - ter  - ni  - ty  come.  From  earth  we  shall  quickly  re- 
! I I "^1  I I 


day  of  e - ter  - ni  - fy  come.  From  earth  we  shall  quickly  re- 


3^allowe4  ^ongs,  Beuised. 


191 


-f)  S 1 r-1 1 — ! k r— 

move.  And  mount  to  our  na  - tive  a - bode ; 

M ITZ  1 — 

The  house  of 

-1 P-  - 

our 

-iH-i 

J g =g-*-a-  i td-l 

■ -i — r~ 

1 

move,  And  mount  to  our  na  - tive  a - bode ; 

The  house  of 

our 

/T\ 

i-  r T — f * r • — t— 

q q=l 

l-j-J 1 

Fa-ther  a - 

bove, — The 

pal  - ace  of 
) > 1 

an  - gels  and  God. 
J I 1 "^1 

-g  . ^j=SS  : 

«l  « J— 1 

Fa-ther  a - 

r 

bove, — The 

pal  - ace  of 

an  - gels  and  God. 

f ' ---r g— 1 ^ 



/7\ 

^4— — ^3=—^ 

^ — 1 

Liz •i-Jlff — IL 

No.  139. 

2 Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end. 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  Word, 

We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorn’d  as  a bride  for  her  Lord : 

The  city  so  holy  and  clean, 

Wo  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air : 

Wo  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin; 

Wo  shadow  of  evil  is  there. 

8 By  faith  we  already  behold 
That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  : 

Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold ; 

As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear ; 

Immovably  founded  in  grace. 

She  stands  as  she  ever  hath  stood, 

And  brightly  her  Builder  displays. 

And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. — C.  Wesley. 


192 


l^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


OONSUEST. 

“ Toil  onward  stilV' 
A- 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


=E zzg -g 

aE^EE 


1.  Dear  comrade  pil-grims  of  tlie  cross,  Al-  though  the  way  be 


^^ii:|j=:gEEr^=^=:zq==EiiP-ii|— 


2.  Dear  comrade  pil-grims  of  the  cross,  Al-  though  the  way  be 


§3;?g:9— ( 


:P3E^ 


=i)=i^=^=;:^=  zis^zirzii); 


-i 

-1  — , 

— j _l  — 1 ^ — 

1 j 7"~n-q 



! 

f ^ s 

wound-  ed,  worn  and 
ft  1 1 

wea  - ry. 

Toil 
1 

on  - ward  still  thro’ 
1 J ! 

“ . Zi2  ZJ 

3 



— M i 

\.^\J  ^ 2 ^ dJ  .^d  ^ ^ S!  ^ 

1 - • ^ 1 I 

wound-  ed,  worn  and  wea  - ry. 

Toil  on -.ward  still  thro’ 

’s.»  IT  . : i ^ zi  _ 

_J -ZZli ^ ^ 

1 ^ 

— p p 

p 

l^allowed  ^ongs,  Bevised. 


193 


ev-ery  ill,  Con  - fid  - ing  in  the  Sav-iour ; The  jour-ney 


lzn^zz:^z=z^3i§z;:=^=Szi::§3ig=zi 


ev-ery  ill,  Con  - fid  - ing  in  the  Sav-iour ; The  jour-ney 


:2!^ZZ-J=?Z 


done,  and  glo-ry  won.  We’ll  sing  Ms  praise  for  ev  - er. 


done,  and  glo-ry  won.  We’ll  sing  his  praise  for  ev  - er. 


No.  140. 

2 Though  sore  beset,  not  overcome. 

Cast  down,  but  not  despairing. 

We’re  traveling  toward  a heavenly  home, 
Our  Master’s  standard  bearing. 

Toil  onward  still,  &c. 

8 We’ll  one  another’s  burdens  bear, 

The  toilsome  journey  cheering ; 

Our  joys  and  all  our  sorrows  share. 

Each  day  our  home  we’re  nearing. 

Toil  onward  still,  <fec. 

4 Our  Lord  is  God ; his  promise  sure, 

His  help  shall  fail  us  never  ; 

And  they  that  to  the  end  endure 
Shall  reign  with  him  forever  I 
Toil  onward  still,  <fec»  ** 

13 


194 


;$aUov«e4  ^ongs,  Revised. 


THS  GOLDSN  SHOEE. 


“ A ho7ne  beyond  the  tideJ*' 

Wm.  B.  Beadburt. 


1.  We  are  out  on  the 

^ .m- 

0 - cean  sail  - 

4«-  4 

ing,  ] 

0. 

Eomeward  bound  we 

^ J • f' 

I® 1® ^ 

t tl  j j ^ ^ 

L j_  , 

1 

1 r — ii-* — ^ 

i : 

uSi- 

ag-2^— |g g-  ^ — <»-S— : 

sweetly 

glide; 

We 

are  out  on  the  o - cean  sail  - ing 

rvi  ^ 

r 

^ .m.  ^e. 

1 

-t-  - 

— t h — iP* — M i 1 i ^ 

3^allowe4  $ongs,  Revised. 


195 


No.  141. 

2 Millions  now  are  safely  landed, 

Over  on  the  golden  shore  ; 

Millions  more  are  on  the  journey, 

Yet  there’s  room  for  millions  more. 

All  the  storms,  &c. 

3 Spread  your  sails  while  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  waft  our  vessel  on ; 

All  on  board  are  sweetly  singing — 

Free  salvation  is  the  song. 

All  the  storms,  &c. 

4 When  we  all  are  safely  anchored, 

W e will  shout — our  trials  o’er  ; 

W e will  walk  about  the  city, 

And  we’ll  sing  for  evermore. 

^ All  the  storm,  (fee. 


196 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


GO,  AND  TELL  JESUS. 


And  they  went  and  told  Jesus.'^'* 

T.  F.  Seward. 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


19< 


No.  142. 

2 Go,  and  tell  J esus,  when  your  sins  arise, 

Like  mountains  of  deep  guilt  before  your  eyes : 
His  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life  he  gave, 
That  mercy,  peace,  and  pardon  you  might  have. 

3 Go,  and  tell  Jesus,  he’ll  dispel  thy  fears, 

Will  calm  thy  doubts,  and  wipe  away  thy  tears ; 
He’ll  take  thee  in  his  arm,  and  on  his  breast. 
Thou  may’st  be  happy,  and  forever  rest. 


198 


fallowed  ^ong$,  J^evised. 


NEVEE  snr  A&AIN. 

“ No  sin  there. 


T.  E.  Pekkins. 


I 


1.  This  is  not  my  place  of  rest  ing,  Mine ’s  a cit  - y 


-i- 


-A- 


9 


' -■  ^ 1- 

1.  This  is  not  my  place  of  rest- ing,  Mine ’s  a cit  - y 


-r 


yet  to  come ; On  - ward  to  it  I am  hast-ing,  On  to 

I U 


Sizz:^— : ziglmi—gl 


^ — S- — »“ 

yet  to  come ; Oa  - -ward  to  it  I am  hast-ing,  On  to 


I 


Chorus, 


r ‘ ^ 

my  e - 
ag  J ^ 

' r 

ter  - nal*  home. 
) 1 

— r — r 

Nev  - er  - more, 

Nev  - er  - more, 
1 

3 3 — 

—id ^ 1 — 

, =PL_=I_ 

— — g g 

y • — 

_1 01 ^ 

C , 

my  e - 

ter  “ nal  home. 

Nev  - er  - more, 

l^ev  - er  - more, 

^_z_  ^ 1 

t 1= 

z£ — 

{.,  H— ^ -i— — 

--- 1-  ~~t?  T~  — 

l^allowed  $ongs,  Beuiacd. 


199 


No.  143. 

2 In  it  all  is  light  and  glory, 

O’er  it  shines  a nightless  day ; 

Every  trace  of  sin’s  sad  story — 

All  the  curse  has  passed  away. 
Nevermore,  <fec. 

3 There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us 

By  the  streams  of  life  along. 

On  the  freshest  pastures  feed  us, 

Turns  our  sighing  into  song. 
Nevermore,  (fee. 

4 Soon  we  pass  this  dreary  desert, 

Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain, 
Nevermore  be  sad  and  weary, 
Nevermore  to  sin  again. 

Nevermore,  (fee. — Bonar, 


200 


;^allowed  $ottgs,  Beuised. 


EAUTIFUL  LAND  ON  HIGH. 

W.  U.  Butcher.* 


1.  There’s  a beau-  ti  - ful  land  on  high,  To  its  glo  - ries  I 


zz!?:=;iz;^z 


fain  would  flj, — When  bj  sor-rows  press’d  down,  I. . . 


/7\ 

^ -i k — k— 

L^^_J 

long  for  my  crown,  In  that  beau-  ti  - ful  land  on  high. 
Chorus, — With  cheerfulness. 


?^zizz=zzzz:zz:i=z===zzz=zz:zz: 
g— gzr-gzn  z:^!=zz=pz==^?zzz:z 


-t- 

In  that  beau  - ti  - ful  land  I’ll  be, ... . From 
X ^ , , ! 


In  that  beau  - ti  - ful  land  I’ll  be, ... . From 


2-=ZZ^Z 


lA=z!zz=z!^ziziz:zt 


nl. 


earth  and  its  cares  set  free  ;. . My  Je  - sus  is  there,  he’s 


4fnr.zzqzzz:ii^z1=:|=;=zizi  z 


earth  and  its  cares  set  free ; . 


i^z 


My  Je  - sus  is  there,  he’s 


=;i^=: 


zp^zzpzz: : 


* Frmi  “ Devotional  Melodies,' 


i^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


201 


gone  to  pre-pare  A place  in  that  land  for  me.... 


.^IZZ 


^ -i- 

gone  to  pre-pare  A place  in  that  land  for  me 


No.  144. 

2 There’s  a beautiful  land  on  high, 

I shall  enter  it  by-and-by ; 

There,  with  friends,  hand  in  hand,  I shall  walk  on  the  strand. 
In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Cho. — In  that  beautiful  land,  (fee. 

3 There’s  a beautiful  land  on  high ; 

Then  why  should  I fear  to  die. 

When  death  is  the  way  to  the  realms  of  day, 

In  that  beautiful  land  on  high  ? 

Cho. — In  that  beautiful  land,  <fec. 

4 There’s  a beautiful  land  on  high, 

And  my  kindred  its  bliss  enjoy ; 

Methinks  I now  see  how  they’re  waiting  for  me, 

In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Cho. — In  that  beautiful  land,  <fec. 

5 There’s  a beautiful  land  on  high, 

And  though  here  I oft  weep  and  sigh. 

My  Jesus  hath  said  that  no  tears  shall  be  shed, 

In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Cho. — In  that  beautiful  land,  (fee. 

6 There’s  a beautiful  land  on  high. 

Where  we  never  shall  say,  “good-by  1” 

When  over  the  river  we’re  happy  forever. 

In  that  beautiful  land  on  high. 

Cho. — In  that  beautiful  land,  (fee. — J.  NichoUon, 


202 


;^allowed  ^ong$,  Revised. 


WE’VE  A HOME,  OVEE  THEEE* 

T.  C.  O’Kane. 


1.  0,  think  of  a home  o - ver  there,  By  the 


sido  of  the  riv  - er  of  light,  Where  the 


0 - ver  there, 


0- 


JRefrain, 


r U fe!  I „ 

white,  0 - ver  there.  O - ver  there,  o - ver  there,  o - ver 


|^_P 


p=:z^-_3|i 


■fFrom  Fresh  Leaves,'' 


J^allovwed  $ong$,  Kevi$ed. 


203 


No.  145. 

2 O,  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 

Who  before  us  the  journej^  have  trod, 

Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God. 

Over  there,  over  there, 

O think  of  the  friends  over  there. 

3 My  Savior  is  now  over  there, 

There  my  kindred  and  friends  are  at  rest; 
Then  away  from  my  sorrow  and  care, 

Let  me  fly  to  the  land  of  the  blest. 

Over  there,  over  there. 

My  Savior  is  now  over  there. 

4 I ’ll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I see ; 

Many  dear  to  my  heart  over  there. 

Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Over  there,  over  there. 

I’ll  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 


204 


:^allowe4  ^ongs,  Revised. 


CHILDEEN  or  THE  HEAVENLY  KING. 


.1.  Chil-dren  of  the  heaven-ly  King,  As  we  jour-ney 


— 1 — I 

— 1 Tn — ^ — 

^ _i  J J 

;—«l m L 2 - 

atijzz^ 

-f= 

”3  3 J - 

J -3- 

9 • -i*  ■* 

r 1 

1.  Chil-dren  of  the  heaven-ly  King,  As  we  jour-ney 


: z=B-=:e=^=j 
i ==i-t= ^ n i .A, ^ 


let  us  sing ; Sing  our  worthy  Sav-iour’s  praise,  Glo-rious 


=i=J3: 


gl3 


J — C3- 


=z^: 


-^5— »- 


let 


I I I 

us  sing  ; Sing  our  worthy 


I I I 
Sav-iour’s  praise,  Glo-rious 


in  his  works  and  ways.  I’ll  praise  God,  and  you’ll  praise  God,  And  we’ll 


E*EH: 


I r I , I u 

in  his  works  and  ways.  I’ll  praise  God,  and  you’ll  praise  God,  And  we’ll 


-1- 


fallowed  $o»gs,  Revised. 


205 


1^  - -1 

— n 

^ p—  : -«=-« « tg ta: 

all  praise  God  to  - geth  - er ; I’ll  praise  God  for  th< 

8 

k — p 

^ P an f : 

all  praise  God  to  - geth  - er ; I’ll  praise  God  for  the 

P j ^ ^ 

^ (• ff=(?z= : 

■:  1,.  H F- 



1 1 

w ^ p ^ j 

work  that  he  has  done.  And  we’ 

K IS  ^ . 

L_d 1_  ^ J 

11  bless  his  name  for  - ev  - er. 

— ^ m ^ 1 — J 1 ^ 1 

— S ci ^ 1 — ^ ^ 

: 

^ M ^ ^ ^-=5 

work  that  he  has  done.  And  we 

^ * * 1^3^ 

’ll  bless  his  name  for  - ev  - er. 

. ^ . 1 . 1 

No.  146. 

2 We  are  traveling  home  to  God, 

In  the  way  our  fathers  trod ; 

They  are  happy  now,  and  we 

Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. — I’ll  praise,  &c, 

8 0 ye  banished  seed,  be  glad ; 

Christ  our  advocate  is  made ; 

U s to  save  our  flesh  assumes, — 

Brother  to  our  souls  becomes. — I’ll  praise,  <fec. 

4 Fear  not,  brethren,  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  our  land ; 

Jesus  Christ,  our  Father’s  Son, 

Bids  us  undismayed  go  on. — I’ll  praise,  &c. 

6 Lord ! obediently  we’ll  go, 

Gladly  leaving  all  below  : 

Only  thou  our  leader  be. 

And  we  still  will  follow  thee. — I’ll  praise,  &c. 


206 


JjJallowed  $o»9$,  Beviaed. 


JUSUS  IS  HEEE. 


“ Beholdy  I stand  at  the  door  and  knock.^' 

T.  C.  O’Kane.* 


t-^=3===N 

ruti A 

gi  • ~ ~ ~/0 tM _« 

it 

: » to  a>~ 

] r p — n — 

V 

T7  4=  r 

'3  to  r:  to~ 

. y 7 

1 to to  to 

1.  Oh,  come  to  Je-sus  now,  Je-sus  is  here,  Je-sus  is  here; 
a ^ J . , 

; P Pi  P 

4 

-ggj ^ fS ^ 

" i 

S S ' 

bg  U 
here ; 

I - - 1 -f-  > 

1.  Oh,  come  to  Je-susno'W,  Je-sus  is  here,  Je-sus  is  ! 

M * 4T  P P 

All  low  be-fore him  bow,  Je-sus  is  here,  Je-sus  is  here; 


All  low  be-fore him  bow,  Je-sus  is  here,  Je-sus  is  here; 


m 


^§3 


-(gy 

« ""fg fB. Z_^ 

j |C 

s ^ ^ t~~~~jp — : 

a S L_.  g T . H 

Too  ma  - ny  go  a - way,  Too  ma  - ny  still  de  - lay, 


zzr~ 

_l  ^ 

p-K K— ] -J 

r-4-'^^V-n 

a!  J ' 

F i= 

— T g ^ 



Too  ma  - ny  go  a - way,  Too  ma  - ny  still  de  - lay. 


* I^rom  “ Singing  JPUgrim? 


;^allowed  ^ongs,  Beuised. 


'ATT 


Tlio’  Je  - sus  bids  them  stay ; Je-sus  is  here,  Je-sus  is  here. 


No.  147. 

2 Oh,  come  this  place  within, 

Jesus  is  here  ; 

He  sees  you  full  of  sin, 

Jesus  is  here : 

He  knows  you  when  you  come, 
Poor,  wretched,  and  undone. 
Seeking  him  and  him  alone ; 
Jesus  is  here. 

3 Come,  then,  to  Jesus  now, 

J esus  is  here ; 

All  near  him  lowly  bow, 

Jesus  is  here ; 

Oh,  ye  that  feel  your  sin, 

And  coming  long  have  been, 
How  find  your  rest  in  him ; 
Jesus  is  here. 

4 Oh,  come  to  Jesus  now, 

Jesus  is  here ; 

Old  and  young  together  bow, 

J esus  is  here  ; 

Oh,  what  a glorious  thing, 
Sin’s  weary  load  to  bring, 

And  lose  it  while  we  sing ; 
Jesus  is  here. 


208 


jpallowe4  $0119$,  Bevised. 


CORONATION.  C.  M. 


-4— !- 


-I- 


Oliver  Holden. 

1 


3:=}r  isJnsSzgzgi  :gziJ=?zgi 


r f=  “ p' 

1 . Oh,  for  a thousand  tongues  to  sing  The  glories  of  my  God  and  King,  The 

My  great  Redeemer’s  praise ; 


t 1 I 


r-r-r-r 


-1— t- 


~J  -l-p 

-J  -1— T— J-l 

UdI  I 

f-l  -1^ 

J_ 

triumphs  of  hisgi 

•ace ; Th 

e glories  ofr 

4^.  .jg. 

48-|«-|!Ln»q 

ay  God  and  Ej 

ng.  The 

5 triumphs,  > 

.^.iL 

&c. 

^ 1 j ^ 

^ ' -I"  ■'  iJ 

h — 1 — t-  H 

hdt 

Uo.  148.  General  invitation  to  praise  the  Redeemer^ 

2 My  gracious  Master,  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim, — 

To  spread,  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  thy  !N'ame. 

8 Jesus  ! — the  Name  that  charms  our  fears, 
That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  : 

’Tis  music  in  the  sinner’s  ears, 

’Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4 Hear  him,  ye  deaf ; his  praise,  ye  dumb. 
Your  loosen’d  tongues  employ  ; 

Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come  ; 

And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy. — G,  Wesley, 


No.  149. 


Crown  hUn  Lord  of  all. 


1 All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus’  name  1 
Let  angels  prostrate  fall : 

Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 

And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


2 Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne’er  forget 
The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 

Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


;^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


209 


P 


AZMON.  C.  M. 


From  Glaser. 


-4 — U-d- 


I 


1.  Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs  With  angels  round  the  throne ; 

I _ I 


2 **  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,”  they  cry, 
“ To  be  exalted  thus 
“Worthy  the  Lamb,”  our  lips  reply, 

“ For  he  was  slain  for  us.” 

8 Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 
Honor  and  power  divine  ; _ 

And  blessings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine. 

The  whole  creation  join  in  one. 

To  bless  the'  sacred  name 
Of  him  that  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb. — Watts. 


No,  149.  — Concluded. 

3 Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 

To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


4 Oh,  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 

We’ll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Perronet. 


210 


i^allowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


NAOMI.  0.  M. 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


1.  Oh,  could  I find  from  day  to  day  A near-ness  to  my  God, 


J 

•-  1 

-M_j 

t 1 

1 

I — 

1 

1 — 

1 

1 ■ ^ 

1 

Then  would  my  hours  glide  sweet  away,  While  leaning  on  his  word. 


m-.  -m- 


-1 — — i- 


i I 


No.  151, 


Desire  for  holiness. 

2 Lord,  I desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day, 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3 Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4 Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I’ll  adore ; 

And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. — Unhnown, 


No.  152. 


His  quickening  power. 


1 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quick’ning  powers ; 
Kindle  a flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


2 Look  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys ; 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 


;^allowe4  ^ong$,  Bevieed. 


223 


=] 

SIL 

F=t=)=F 

OAM. 

C.  M, 

I.  B. 

WOODBTJ] 

RT. 

iZIi  * 

1.  By 

cool  Si • 

\S.-zdiA 

• lo-am’s 

^ pt. 

shad-y 

-J— 

rill  How 

sweet  th 

e lil  - y g 

L^_fl 

;rows  I 

»— 

fizi] 

^ — r—^ 

1-  I 

•I r T-  -r 

How  sweet  the  breath,  beneath  the  hill,  Of  Sharon’s  dewy  rose  ! 

-fs- 


No.  170.  TAe  Christian  child. 

2 Lo  ! such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod — 

Whose  secret  heart,  with  influence  sweet. 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

3 By  cool  Siloam’s  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay ; 

The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4 And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man’s  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow’s  power, 
And  stormy  passion’s  rage. — Heher. 


No.  169.  — Concluded. 

3 But,  oh,  when  gloomy  doubts  prevail, 
I fear  to  call  thee  mine ; 

The  springs  of  comfort  seem  to  fail, 
And  all  my  hopes  decline. 


4 Yet,  gracious  God,  where  shall  I flee  ? 
Thou  art  my  only  trust ; 

And  still  my  soul  would  cleave  to  thee, 
Though  prostrate  in  the  dust. 

Steele. 


224 


l^allowe^  $ongs,  lK.evi8e4. 


EVAH.  0.  M. 


Dr.  Lowell  Mason.* 


. 


1.  In  mercy,  Lord,  re-  member  me,  Thro’  all  the  hours  of  night, 


4-r-l 


3-5?-- 

And  grant  to  me  most  graciously  The  safeguard  of  thy  might. 


No.  171.  Evening : cheerful  confidence, 

2 With  cheerful  heart  I close  mine  eyes 
Since  thou  wilt  not  remove  : 

O,  in  the  morning  let  me  rise, 

Rejoicing  in  thy  love. 

8 Or,  if  this  night  should  prove  my  last, 

And  end  my  transient  days ; 

Lord,  take  me  to  thy  promised  rest, 

Where  I may  sing  thy  praise.^ — Moravian, 

Doxology,  To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  sweetly  all  agree 
To  save  a world  of  sinners  lost. 

Eternal  glory  be. 

Uo.  172.  Suffer  the  little  children  to  come  unto  me. 


C.  M. 


1 See,  Israel’s  gentle  Shepherd  stands, 
With  all-engaging  charms ; 

Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 


2 Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries. 
Nor  scorn  their  humble  name ; 

For  ’twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

* By  permission  of  Mason  Brothers. 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Bevised. 


225 


WARWICK. 

-ft— 1 — I- 


0.  M. 


Stanley. 


3^ 


§s4^'^ 


r - r ' I r r 

1.  Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear  My  voice  as  - cending  high 

.r-  .>1  > J ■ , fiJ- 


-I '-t 


1 ^ 


(W 


— r 

To  thee  will  I di  - rect  my  prayer, — To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye 

p J^-0-  . _ . _ ^ ^ j 


No.  173.  Sunday  morning : d>'^ed>aring  /or  /uhlic  worshi/ 

2 Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone, 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints  ; 

Presenting,  at  the  Father’s  throne, 

Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3 Now  to  thy  house  will  I resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there ; 

I will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 

And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

4 O may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 

In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 

Make  every  path  of  duty  straight, 

And  plain  before  my  face. — Watts, 

No.  172.  — Concluded. 


3 We  bring  them, Lord, in  thankful  hands, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 


15, 


4 Ye  little  flock  I with  pleasure  hear,— - 
Ye  children ! seek  his  face ; 

And  fly,  with  transports,  to  receive 
The  blessings  of  his  grace. 

Doddridge, 


226 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


THOENTON.  C.  M.  DotiWe. 


T.  E.  Peekins. 


li»Ea 


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Gho,  O heaven,  dear  heaven,  sweet  land  of  rest.  When  shall  my  soul  he  there. 


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No.  174.  TAe  full  assurance  of  hope. 

2 A country  far  from  mortal  sight, 

Yet,  oh,  by  faith  I see  : 

The  land  of  rest,  the  saints’  delight,—^ 

The  heaven  prepared  for  me. — Gho. 

8 Oh,  what  a blessed  hope  is  ours  1 
While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 

W e more  than  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

And  ante-date  that  day : — Gho. 

4 We  feel  the  resurrection  near, — 

Our  life  in  Christ  conceal’d, — 

And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  fill’d.— (7^0. — O.  Wedey. 


No.  175. 


Entire  purification. 


1 Eobever  here  my  rest  shall  be. 
Close  to  thy  bleeding  side ; 

This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, — 
For  me  the  Saviour  died 


2 My  dying  Saviour,  and  my  God, 
Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin. 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood. 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean. 


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227 


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Swan. 


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lourn  for  d^_^ing  friends,  Or  shake  at  death’s  alarms  ? 

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No.  176.  Certainty  of  the  Resurrection  dispels  the  gloom  of  the  grave, 

2 Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 

Nor  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3 Whj  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 

There  once  the  flesh  of  Jesus  lay. 

And  left  a long  perfume. 

4 The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest. 

And  soften’d  every  bed : 

Where  should  the  dying  members  rest. 

But  with  their  dying  Head  ? — Watts. 


175.  — Concluded. 

3 Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own; 
Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art: 

Wash  me,  hut  not  my  feet  alone, — 

My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart. 


The’  atonement  of  thy  blood  apply 
Till  faith  to  sight  improve ; 

Till  hope  in  full  fruition  die, 

And  afl  my  soul  be  love. — C.  Wesley, 


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AELINGTON.  0.  M. 

Dr.  Abnb. 

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No.  177.  Faith  sees  the  final  triumph. 

2 Must  I be  carried  to  the  skies 
On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ; 

While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail’d  through  bloody  seas  ? 

8 Are  there  no  foes  to  face  ? 

Must  I not  stem  the  flood  ? 

Is  this  vile  world  a friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 

4 Since  I must  fight  if  I would  reign, 
Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 

I’ll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain. 
Supported  by  thy  word. — Watts, 


No.  178. 


The  Promised  Land. 


1 On  Jordan’s  stormy  banks  1 stand, 
And  cast  a wishful  eye 
To  Canaan’s  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


2 Oh,  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene, 
That  rises  on  my  sight  1 
Sweet  fields  array’d  in  living  green. 
And  rivers  of  delight. 


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0.  M. 

Jones. 

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1.  There  is  a land  of  pure  de-light,  Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 

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Uo.  179.  The  heavenly  Canaan. 

2 There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers : 

Death,  like  a narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3 Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green : 

So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood,  ^ 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4 Could  we  but  climb  where  Moses  stood, 

And  view  the  landscape  o’er, 

Not  Jordan’s  stream,  nor  death’s  cold  flood. 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. — Watts. 


No.  178.  -^Concluded. 


3 There  generous  fruits,  that  never  fail, 
On  trees  immortal  grow ; 

There  rock,  and  hill,  and  brook,  and 
With  milk  and  honey  flow.  [vale. 


4 O’er  all  those  wide-extended  plains 
Shines  one  eternal  day : 

There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 


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DEDHAM.  C.  M. 

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No.  180.  Mourning  departed  joys. 

2 Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal’d, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue ; 

And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail’d, 

His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3 In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 

And  when  I read  his  holy  word, 

I call’d  each  promise  mine. 

4 But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails. 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns ; 

And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 

No  light  to  me  returns. — Newton. 

No.  181.  “ Boast  not  thyself  of  to-morrow.^ 

1 Why  should  we  boast  of  time  to  come,  12  The  present  we  should  now  redeem ; 
Though  but  a single  day  ? This  only  is  our  own : 

This  hour  may  fix  our  final  doom,  The  past,  alas ! is  all  a dream ; 

Though  strong,  and  young,  and  gay.  1 The  future  is  unknown. 


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Fo.  182.  Triumphant  joy. 

2  In  darkest  shades,  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun ; 

- Thou  art  my  soul’s  bright  morning  star. 

And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

8 The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 
With  beams  of  sacred  bliss. 

If  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 

And  whispers  I am  his. 

4 My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  transporting  word, 

Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way. 

To  see  and  praise  my  Lord. — Watts, 


No.  181.  — Concluded. 

3  Oh,  think  what  vast  concerns  depend 
Upon  a moment’s  space, 

When  life  and  all  its  cares  shall  end 
In  vengeance  or  in  grace  ! 


4  Oh,  for  that  power  which  melts  the 
And  lifts  the  soul  on  high,  [heart, 
Where  sin,  and  grief,  and  death  depart, 
And  pleasures  never  die. 

31.  Willces, 


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No.  183. 


The  believer^ s rest. 

2 A rest  where  all  our  soul’s  desire 

Is  fix’d  on  things  above  ; 

Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 

3 Oh,  that  I now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in : 

How,  Saviour,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4 Remove  this  hardness  from  my  heart, 

This  unbelief  remove ; 

To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, — 

The  Sabbath  of  thy  love. — 0.  Wedey^ 


No.  184. 


Deaths  gain  to  the  faithful. 


1 Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow 
When  God  recalls  his  own, 

And  bids  them  leave  a world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? / 


2 Is  not  e’en  death  a ^in  to  those 
Whose  life  to  God  was  given  ? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close, 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 


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233 


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1.  Prayer  is  the  soul’s  siucere  de  - sire,  Ut  - ter’d  or  un  - ex-press’d ; 


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No.  185.  What  is  grayer  ? 

2 Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a sigh, — 

The  falling  of  a tear, — 

The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 

When  none  but  God  is  near. 

8 Prayer  is  the  simplest  fo.^m  of  speech 
That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 

Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  Majesty  on  high. 

4 Prayer  is  the  Christian’s  native  breath, 

The  Christian’s  native  air  ; 

His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death, — 

He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. — Montgomery, 


No,  184.  — Concluded. 


3 


Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done,  4 
And  they  are  fully  blest ; 

They  fought  the  fight,  the  vict’ry  won, 
And  enter’d  into  rest. 


Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow ; 

God  has  recall’d  his  own ; 

But  let  our  hearts,  in  every  woe. 

Still  say,— Thy  will  be  done. 

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SILVEEDALE.  0.  M. 

T.  E.  Peekins. 


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Uo.  186. 


The  type  of  everlasting  rest. 

2 This  is  the  day  which  God  hath  blest, 
The  brightest  of  the  seven, 

Type  of  that  everlasting  rest 
The  saints  enjoy  in  heaven. 

8 Then  let  us  in  his  name  sing  on, 

And  hasten  to  that  day 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  come  down, 
And  shadows  pass  away. 

4 N"ot  one,  but  all  our  days  below, 

Let  us  in  hymns  employ ; 

And,  in  our  Lord  rejoicing,  go 
To  his  eternal  joy. — G.  Wesley. 


No.  187. 


The  dreadful  sentence. 


1 That  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

Th’  appointed  hour  makes  haste, 
When  I must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 


2 Jesus,  thou  source  of  all  my  joys, 
Thou  ruler  of  my  heart. 

How  could  I bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  word,— Depart  I 


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No.  188.  Lame7iting  the  absence  of  the  Spirit. 

2 Where  is  the  blessedness  I knew, 
When  first  I saw  the  Lord  ? 

Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

8 What  peaceful  hours  I once  enjoy’d  I 
How  sweet  their  mem’ry  still  I 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 


4 Return,  0 holy  Hove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest : 

I hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn, 

And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. — Cowpcr. 


No.  187.  — Concluded. 

3 What,  to  he  banish’d  from  my  Lord, 
And  yet  forbid  to  die  ; 

To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 

And  death  forever  fly  ? — 


4 O wretched  state  of  deep  despair, 
To  see  my  God  remove. 

And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I must  not  taste  his  love. — Watts, 


236 


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1.  Come,  Ho  - ly  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire ; Let  us  thine  influence  prove 

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No.  189.  Tke  Spirits  enlightening  influences. 

2 Come,  Holy  Ghost,  for  moved  by  thee 

The  prophets  wrote  and  spoke : 

Unloek  the  truth,  thyself  the  key ; 

Unseal  the  sacred  book. 

3 Expand  thy  wings,  Celestial  Dove ; 

Brood  o’er  our  nature’s  night ; 

On  our  disorder’d  spirits  move. 

And  let  there  now  be  light. 

4 God,  through  himself,  we  then  shall  know, 

If  thou  within  us  shine ; 

And  sound,  with  all  thy  saints  below, 

The  depths  of  love  divine. — G.  Wesley, 


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Bo.  190.  The  creation  invited  to  praise  God. 

2 Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 

Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 

Till  sun  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 

8 Your  lofty  themes,  ye  mortals,  bring ; 

In  songs  of  praise  divinely  sing ; 

The  great  salvation  loud  proclaim. 

And  shout  for  joy  the  Saviour’s  name. 

4 In  every  land  begin  the  song ; 

To  every  land  the  strains  belong ; 

In  cheerful  sounds  all  voices  raise. 

And  fill  the  world  with  loudest  praise. — Watts, 

Ho.  191.  Doxology.  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host  ; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


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UPTON.  L.  M. 

Dr.  Lowell  Mason.  By  permission. 


l~j — ^ M — I — I — ] — I — n — i~tZj — I 1 — n 


1.  Bless,  O my  soul ! the  living  God ; Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad ; 


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No.  192. 


‘ Bless  the  Lord^  O my  soul^ 


2  Bless,  0 my  soul ! the  God  of  grace ; 

His  favors  claim  thy  higliest  praise ; 

Why  should  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence,  and  forgot  ? 


3  ’Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 
To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  hast  done ; 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 


4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess  ; 

Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join, 
In  work  and  worship  so  divine. — Watts, 


No.  193.  Jesus 

1 Come,  let  us  tune  our  loftiest  song. 
And  raise  to  Christ  our  joyful  strain ; 
Worship  and  thanks  to  him  belong. 
Who  reigns,  and  shall  forever  reign. 


reigns. 

2 His  sovereign  power  our  bodies  made ; 
Our  souls  are  his  immortal  breath ; 
And  when  his  creatures  sinn’dhe  bled, 
To  save  us  from  eternal  death. 


;i^allowe4  ^ongs,  Heuised. 


239 


WARD.  L.  M. 

Arranged  by  Dr.  Mason. 


S-^igziigzitfE 


1.  God  is  the  ref  - uge  of  his  saints,  When  storms  of  sharp  distress  invade ; 


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m.  194.  the  refuge  and  portion  of  his  people. 

2 Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide, 

While  every  nation,  every  shore, 

Trembles  and  dreads  the  swelling  tide 

3 There  is  a stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  GJod ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 


4  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls ; 

Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford. 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. — Watts. 

No.  193.  — Concluded. 


3 Burn  every  breast  with  Jesus’  love ; 
Bound  ev’ry  heart  with  rapt’  rous  j oy ; 
And  saints  on  earth,  with  saints  above, 
Your  voices  in  his  praise  employ. 


4 Extol  the  Lamb  with  loftiest  song, 
Ascend  for  him  our  cheerful  strain ; 
Worship  and  thanks  to  him  belong. 
Who  reigns,  and  shall  forever  rei^. 

West. 


240 


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OLD  HUNDRED.  L.  M. 


J — !- 


1.  Be -fore  Je  - ho-vah’s  awful  throne,  Ye  nations  bow  with  sa-cred  joy; 


2 His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form’d  us  men; 

And  when  like  wand’ring  sheep  we  stray’d, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

8 We’ll  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs, 

High  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise, 

4 Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command : 

Yast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 

Firm  as  a rock  thy  truth  shall  stand. 

When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. — Watts. 


No.  196. 


My  heart  is  fixed;  O God,  my  heart  is  fixed."*' 


1 Mt  heart  is  fix’d  on  thee,  my  God ; 

I rest  ihy  hope  on  thee  alone ; 

I’ll  spread  thjr  sacred  truths  abroad,— 
To  all  mankind  thy  love  make  known. 


2 Awake,  my  tongue ; awake,  my  lyre ; 
With  morning’s  earliest  dawn  arise ; 
To  songs  of  joy  my  soul  inspire, 

And  swell  your  music  to  the  skies. 


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241 


SESSIONS.  L. 


Affettuoso. 


4-J 


Emeeson. 

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liz^z  ZS' 


1.  Jesus  shall  reign  where’er  the  sun  Doth  his  successive  journeys  run ; 


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No.  197. 


ChrisVs  universal  and  everlasting  kingdom, 

2 From  n(Trth  to  south  the  princes  meet, 

To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet  j 
While  western  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  savage  tribes  attend  his  word. 

3 To  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 

And  endless  praises  crown  his  head ; 

His  N’ame  like  sweet  perfume  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice, 

4 People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song. 

And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 

Their  early  blessings  on  his  Name. — Watts. 


No.  196. — Concluded. 

3 With  those  who  in  thy  grace  abound, 

To  thee  I’ll  raise  my  thankftil  voice ; 
Till  every  land,  the  earth  around. 

Shall  hear,  and  in  thy  Name  rejoice. 

16 


4 Eternal  God,  celestial  King, 

Exalted  be  thy  glorious  Name ; 

Let  hosts  in  heaven  thy  praises  sing, 
And  saints  on  earth  thy  love  proclaim. 

Wrangham. 


242 


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HAMBUHa.  L.  M. 


Art,  by  Dr.  L.  Mason. 


^ 10-  -Wir  ^ Ui 

1.  Say,  sinner,  hath  a voice  within 

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Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin,  And  yield  thy  heart  to  God’s  control? 

’ ^ 'g'  49  *1®'  « p?  m ^ m 

/ r~  *3 23  * ^ MP  S h— — — ^ ^ ^ ^ ag  " “ 

No.  198.  The  voice  within. 

3 Sinner,  it  was  a heav’nly  voice, 

It  was  the  Saviour’s  gracious  call ; 

It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 

And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3 Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 

That  call  thou  may’st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4 Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 

Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee.— 


Bo.  199. 


“ There  remaineth  a rest  for  the  peoj>le  of  God."*' 


1 Come,  O thou  greater  than  our  heart, 
And  make  thjr  faithful  mercies  known ; 
The  mind  which  was  in  thee  impart : 
Thy  constant  mind  in  us  be  shown. 


2 Oh,  let  us  hy  thy  cross  abide, 
Thee,  only  theOj  resolve  to  know. 
The  Lamb  for  sinners  crucified, 

A world  to  save  from  endless  woe. 


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243 


HABTEL.  C.  M. 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


2ii?i 


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No.  200.  waiting  Saviour. 

2 But  will  he  prove  a friend  indeed  ? 

He  will ! — the  very  friend  yeu  need ! 

The  Man  of  Nazareth  ! — ’tis  he, 

With  garments  dyed  at  Calvary. 

3 Oh ! lovely  attitude  ! — ^he  stands 
With  melting  hearts,  and  laden  hands  1 
Oh ! matchless  kindness  ! — and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 

4 Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 

His  feet  departed  ne’er  return ; 

Admit  him,  or  the  hours  at  hand 

When  at  his  door  denied  you’ll  stand ! — Grigg. 


Fo,  199.  — Concluded. 


3 Take  us  into  thy  people’s  rest, 

And  we  from  our  ownworks  shall  cease; 
With  thy  meek  Spirit  arm  our  breast, 
And  keep  our  minds  in  perfect  peace. 


4 Jesus,  for  this  we  calmly  wait ; 

Oh,  let  our  eyes  behold  thee  near  ! 
Hasten  to  make  our  heaven  complete ; 
Appear,  our  glorious  God,  appear. 

C.  Wesley. 


244 


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UZBEIDGE.  L. 


Dr.  L.  Mason. 


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No.  201. 


Design  of  prayer. 


2 If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress ; 

If  cares  distract,  or  fear  dismay ; 

If  guilt  deject;  if  sin  distress; 

In  every  case,  still  watch  and  pray. 

8 ’Tis  prayer  supports  the  soul  that’s  weak : 
Though  thought  be  broken,  language  lam« ; 
Pray,  if  thou  canst  or  canst  not  speak ; 

But  pray  with  faith  in  Jesus’  name. 

4 Depend  on  him ; thou  canst  not  fail : 

Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not ; his  merits  must  prevail : 

Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. — Hart. 


No.  202. 


Blessings  of  prayer. 


1 What  various  hindrances  we  meet 
In  coming  to  a mercy-seat ; 

Yet  who  that  knows  its  worth  of 
prayer, 

But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 


2 Prayer  makes  the  .darkened  doud 
withdraw ; 

Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw ; 
Gives  exercise  to  faith  and  love ; 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 


Jstallowed  ^ong$,  Revised. 


245 


ILLIITOIS.  L.  M. 


Western  Tune. 


Should  Btorins  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea,  Their  minds  have  heav’n  and  peace 
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No.  203.  TAe  bliss  of  assurance. 

2 The  day  glides  sweetly  o’er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 

And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 

Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

• 8 Quick  as  their  thoughts,  their  joys  come  on. 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away : 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 

And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4 How  oft  they  look  to  the  heavenly  hills. 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasure  grow ; 
And  longing  hopes,  and  cheerful  smiles, 

Sit  undisturb’d  upon  their  brow. — Watts. 


No.  202.  — Cone  hided. 

3 Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight : 
Prayer  keeps  the  Christian’s  armor 
bright ; 

And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
Tbc  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

Ccnvpcr. 


Doxologt.  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  Trhee  in  One, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory  given, 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heaven. 


246 


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CAPTIVITY.  L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


No.  204.  The  Christian's  parting  hour. 

2 Such  is  the  Christianas  parting  hour ; 

So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest  ; 

When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with  power, 
Sustains  and  cheers  his  languid  breast. 

S Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, 

That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek  ; 

They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh, 

In  language  that  no  tongue  can  speak. 

4 A beam  from  heaven  is  sent  to  cheer 
The  pilgrim  on  his  gloomy  road ; 

And  angels  are  attending  near, 

To  bear  him  to  their  bright  abode. — Bathurst. 


No.  205. 


Earthly  things  vain  and  transitory. 


1 How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies  I 
How  transient  every  earthly  bliss  I 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties 
That  bind  us  to  a v/orld  like  this  I 


2 The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The  with’ring  grass,  the  fading  flower, 
Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true— 
The  glory  of  a passing  hour. 


Ilallowed  $ong$^  Eevised. 


247 


SEPHYE.  L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


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]Jo.  206.  Chrisfs  presence  makes  death  easy, 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife, 

Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 

And  we  shrink  back  again  to  life, 

Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

8 Oh,  would  my  Lord  his  servant  meet, 

My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in  haste, 

Fly  fearless  through  death’s  iron  gate, 

Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  pass’d. 

4 Jesus  can  make  a dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are, 

While  on  his  breast  I lean  my  head, 

And  breathe  my  life  out  sweetly  there. — Watts. 


No.  205.  — Concluded. 

3  But  tho’  earth’s  fairest  blossoms  die, 
And  aU  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a brighter  world  on  high. 
Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 


4  Then  let  the  hope  of  joys  to  come 
Dispel  our  cares,  and  chase  our  fears : 
If  God  be  ours,  we’re  trav’ling  home, 
Tho’  passing  through  a vale  of  tears. 

FratVs  Coll. 


248 


33allowe4  ^ongs,  illevise^. 


ESTEHAT.  L.  M. 


Dr.  T»  Hastings. 


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1.  Fromev-ery  stormy  wind  that  blows,  From  ev-ery  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
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Uo.  207.  T/ie  mercy-seat. 

2 There  is  a place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads; 

A place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 

It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3 There  is  a scene,  where  spirits  blend, 

Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder’d  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4 There,  there  on  eagles’  wings  we  soar, 

And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more ; 

And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. — Stowell. 


No.  208. 


Evening":  Trusting  in  God. 


1 Gloky  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  oh,  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Deucath  the  shadow  or  thy  wings. 


2 Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  which  I this  day  have  done  ;• 
That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
ere  I sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 


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249 


BE  STILL,  MY  HEAET. 

S.  J.  Vail. 




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No.  209. 

2 Brought  safely  by  his  hand  thus  far, 
Why  wilt  thou  now  give  place  to  fear  ? 
How  canst  thou  want  if  he  provide, 

Or  lose  thy  way  with  such  a guide. 

3 Did  ever  trouble  yet  befall. 

And  he  refuse  to  hear  thy  call  ? 

And  has  he  not  his  promise  pass’d 
That  thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

4 He  who  has  helped  thee  hitherto, 

Will  help  thee  all  thy  journey  through, 
And  give  thee  daily  cause  to  raise 
New  Ebenezers  to  his  praise. 


No.  208.  — Concluded. 

8 Teach  me  to  live,  that  I may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I may 
Eiee  glorious  at  the  judgment-day. 


4 Lord,  let  my  soul  forever  share 
The  bliss  of  thy  paternal  care  : 

’Tis  heaven  on  earth, ’tis  heaven  above, 
To  see  thy  face,  and  sing  thy  love. 


250 


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WINDHAM.  L.  M. 


Daniel  Read. 


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No.  210. 


Condemned,  hut  pleadhi^  the  promts 

2 My  crimes  are  great,  but  don’t  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace ; 

Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound, — • 

So  let  thy  pard’ning  love  be  found. 

8 Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean ; 

Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 

And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4 Yet  save  a trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hov’ring  round  thy  word, 
Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, — 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. — Watts. 


No.  211. 


The  dreadful  day. 


1 The  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass 
away, 

What  power  shall  be  the  sinner’s  stay? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day— 


2 When,  shriv’lling  like  a parched  scroll, 
The  darning  heavens  together  roll ; 
And,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread, 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 
dead  ? 


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FOEBST.  L.  M. 


Chapin. 


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Ifo.  212.  The  light  yoke  and  easy  burden. 

2 Rest  for  my  soul  I long  to  find ; 

Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art, 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 

And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart. 

8 Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 

And  fully  set  my  spirit  free : 

I cannot  rest  till  pure  within, — 

Till  I am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4 Fain  would  I learn  of  thee,  my  God ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; 

The  cross  all  stained  with  hallowed  blood 
' . The  labor  of  thy  dying  love, — G.  Wesley, 


No.  211.  ’^Concluded. 


3 Oh,  on  that  day,  that  wrathful  day. 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from 
clay. 

Be  thou,  O Christ,  the  sinner’s  stay, 
Tho’  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away. 

W.  Scott. 


Doxologt.  L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 

As  ever  was  in  ages  past. 

And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 


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WELLS.  L.  M. 


Israel  Holdrotd. 




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No.  213.  The  accepted  time. 


2 While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day  ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel’s  charming  sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh ! haste  away, 
While  yet  a pardoning  God  is  found. 


8 Soon,  borne  on  time’s  most  rapid  wing. 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave,— 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 

And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 


4 In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath’s  heavenly  light  shall  rise, — 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer. 

No  Saviour  calls  you  to  the  skies. — Dwight 


Uo.  214. 


A ll-siifficiency  of  His  grace. 


1 Ho  I every  one  that  thirsts,  draw  nigh : 
’Tis  God  invites  the  fallen  race : 

Mercy  and  free  salvation  buy,— 

Buy  wine,  and  milk,  and  gospel  grace. 


2 Come  to  the  living  waters,  come  I 
Sinners,  obey  your  Maker’s  call ; 
Return,  ye  weary  wand’rers,  home, 
And  find  his  graca  is  free  for  all. 


l^allowed  fongs,  Revised. 


253 


OLIVE'S  BEOW,  L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


i=^i- 


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■S'  -®-  -e*-  -*■  ~ ~ r 

^ 1 'v^i 

1.  ’Tis  midnight ; and,  on  Olive’s  brow,  The  star  is  dimm’d  that  lately  shone ; 


2 ’Tis  midnight ; and,  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 

Ev’n  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 

Heeds  not  his  Master’s  grief  and  tears. 

3 ’Tis  midnight ; and,  for  others’  guilt, 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood ; 

Yet  he,  who  hath  in  anguish  knelt. 

Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4 ’Tis  midnight ; and,  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know ; 

Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 

That  sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour’s  woe. — Tappan, 


No.  Concluded. 

3 See  from  the  Rock  a fountain  rise ; 
For  you  in  healing  streams  it  rolls ; 
Money  ye  need  not  bring,  nor  price, 
Ye  lab’ring,  burden’d,  sin-sick  souls. 


4 Nothing  ye  in  exchange  shall  give ; 
Leave  all  you  have,  and  are,  behind ; 
Frankly  the  gift  of  God  receive  ; 
Pardpn  and  peace  in  Jesus  find. 

J.  Wesley. 


254 


J^allowed  $ongs,  Eevi$e4. 


EEBEON.  L.  M. 

Dr.  L.  Mason. 


:s: 


8=55 


1 

1.  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, — Thus  far  his  power  prolongs  my  days  ; 

■r— ^ 


t?— T — r 


-r~“-r 


I ^ 


And  ev  - ery  evening  shall  make  known  Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

-J_. 


— (fi_ 


Uo.  216. 


Evening:  memorials  of  his  grace. 


2 Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  : 

But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 


3 I lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 
"While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 


4 Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come 
My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground. 

And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 

With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. — Watts. 


No.  217. 


Jesus  everywhere  present 


1 Jesus,  where’er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where’er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art 
found. 

And  every  place  is  hallow’d  ground. 


2 For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Dost  dwell  with  those  of  humble 
mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  where  they  come. 
And,  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 


^fidllowed  fongs,  Revised. 


255 


MiaDOL.  L.  M. 


F=^— ■ !rh 

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1.  Soon  may  the  last  gl 

SB  M - 

ES^fcES=B-_?3 

ad  song  arise,  Thrc 

>’  all  the  mil-lions  of  the  si 

-<S>-  ^ 

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des — 

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1 1 1 ‘ * 

_| 1 , - . 

i i 

That  song  of  triumph  which  records  That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord’s. 


ig- 

3z±Hg  »— tg_ 



No.  218.  The  song  of  triumph. 

2 Let  thrones,  and  powers,  and  kingdoms,  be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee ; 

And  every  land,  and  stream,  and  main, 

Now  wave  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign. 

3 Oh,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell ; 

Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell, 

’Till  not  one  rebel  heart  remains, 

But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns  — Pratfs  Coll. 

Box.  L.  M.  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below  ; 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


No.  217.  — Concluded. 

3 Great  Shepherd  of  thy  chosen  few, 
Thy  former  mercies  here  renew ; 
Here,  to  our  waiting  hearts  proclaim 
The  sweetness  of  thy  saving  name. 

Cowper. 


Doxologt.  L.  M. 

Praise  to  the  Father,  with  the  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One ; 

As  ever  was  in  ages  past, 

And  shall  be  so  while  ages  last. 


256 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


EOCKINGHAM.  L.  M. 


Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


No.  219.  In  the  sanctuary. 

2 Oh,  warm  my  heart  with  holy  fire, 

And  kindle  there  a pure  desire : 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 

And  fill  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3 Blest  Saviour,  what  delicious  fare ! 

Hbw  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  I 
Never  did  angels  taste  above 
Redeeming  grace  and  dying  love. 

4 Hail,  great  Immanuel,  all  divine! 

In  thee  thy  Father^s  glories  shine  ; 

Thy  glorious  name  shall  be  adored, 

And  every  tongue  confess  thee  Lord. — Watts. 


No.  220. 


The  end  of  that  man  is  peace  I'* 


1 How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  2 
dies  I 

When  sinks  a weary  soul  to  rest ! 

How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  1 
How  gently  heaves  th’  expiring  breast. 


So  fades  a summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are 
o’er; 

So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day ; 

So  dies  a wave  along  the  shore. 


;pallowed  $ongs,  Revised. 


257 


FEIDEEAL  STEEET.  L.  M. 


H.  K.  Oliveb. 


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1.  Deem  not  tha 

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t they  are  1 

1 1- 

blest  a - ' 
r^'  F I 

— j \ 1 — ^ »q— 

L<s> — Ibis’ — 0f — -* 
lone  Whose  lives  a peaceful 

- 1.  1 

P^-[=p  ^ 

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ten -or  1 

-K5^--— a*— 1 

-<s>—  ■ 

Leep ; 

i 1 

-1 ^1 

1- — H 

— n ^ r-rr^ 

"^T"i  — n 

For  God,  who  pit-ies  man,  has  shown  A blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

^ ^ ^ -f  - f- 

— ^2^ : -p^-pg— 

~r^  ~ :r 

r r n 

pa-it — 1 L — U j—U 

pE=^felD:: 

No.  221.  A blessing'  for  those  who  mourn, 

2 The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears ; 

And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain, 

Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3 There  is  a day  of  sunny  rest, 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ; 

Though  grief  may  bide  an  evening'  guest 
Yet  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4 !N’or  let  the  good  man’s  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny, — 

Though  with  a pierced  and  broken  heart 

And  spurn’d  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. — W.  G.  Bryant, 


No.  220.  — Concluded. 

8 A holy  quiet  reigns  arouad,-« 

A calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  pro- 
found 

Which  his  unfetter’d  soul  enjoys. 


4 Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate 
dwell ! ^ [pears  I 

How  bright  th^  unchanging  morn  ap- 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

BarbaulcL 


258 


;$allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


LUTON.  L.  M. 


Burder. 


1.  Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  thy  rest;  Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest: 


r~l I-n 

gd ~aij 

H 

1 1 

-3—^- 

1 

An-oth-er  six  days’  work  is  done . An  - oth-  er  Sab  - bath  is  be  - gun. 


Izh: 


-g-_ 


r^- 


No.  222,  Pledge  of  endless  rest. 

2 Oh,  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may  rise, 

As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  Christ  that  sv/eet  repose, 

Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

3 This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast, 

Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest, 

Which  for  the  Church  of  God  remains, 

The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 

4 In  holy  duties,  let  the  day, 

In  holy  comforts  pass  away ; 

How  sweet,  a Sabbath  thus  to  spend. 

In  hope  of  one  that  ne’er  shall  end. — Montgomery, 


ITo.  223.  Triumphs  of  mercy. 

1 Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake  I |2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
Put  on  thy  strength — the  nations  shake,  | I am  Jehovah — God  alone : 

And  let  the  world,  adoring,  see  Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound, 

Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee,  j And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 


fallowed  $ongs,  Eevi$ed. 


259 


ANVEE1>T.  L. 


Db.  Lowell  Mason. 


1.  Triumphant  Zion  I lift  thy  head  Tho’  humbled 

From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead  I 


~S=g=S-f^ 


s- 


S=S:= 


[zp — p— 


J I . . i I ^ 

long,  awake  at  length.  And  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour’s  strength.  And  gird,  &c. 

Tn  ^ 


-.N-JV- 


ni. 


— rH 


I I 1 ^ 


-[•-l^-> 


No.  224. 

Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 

And  let  thy  excellence  be  known : 

Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 

• Thy  glories  shall  the  world  confess. 

3 I^^o  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 

And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread ; 
ISTo  more  shall  hell’s  insulting  host 
Their  vict’ry  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

4 God,  from  on  high,  has  heard  thy  prayer ; 

His  hand  thy  ruin  shall  repair : ^ 

Hor  will  thy  watchful  monarch  cease 

To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


No.  223.  — Conchided. 


3 


No  more  let  creature  blood  be  spilt — 4 
Vain  sacrifice  for  human  guilt ! 

But  to  each  conscience  be  applied 
The  blood  that  flow’d  from  Jesus’  side. 


Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim, 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall. 
And  crown  the  Saviour  Lord  of  all. 

Shrubsole, 


260 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


GEATITUDE.  L.  M. 


Bost. 


ai— |-r-|— 1- 

! 1 

n-l-n 

1 1 ■ m 

r-4-aif- 

1 1 

s-t 

■JzS: 

—J . _S— 

a-  ■ 

.L. 

J . How  blest  the  sa-cred  tie  that  binds  In  sweet  communion  kindred  minds ; 

■ ja 

HZ 1 r 

^ 1_ . 

t 

1—^ 

4-  Uip-  pJ 

How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run, Whose  hearts, whose  faith,  whose  hopes 


No.  225.  Church  union, 

2 To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 

What  tender  love,  and  holy  fear ! 

How  does  the  generous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin! 

3 Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 

For  human  guilt  and  human  woe ! 

Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 

Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4 Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire, 

When  dimly  burns  frail  nature’s  fire ; 

Then  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above — 

A heaven  of  joy — a heaven  of  love! — Barhauld. 


No.  226. 


Thirsting for  the  fullness  of  love. 


1 I THIRST,  thouwounded’Lamh  of  God, 
To  wasn  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood ; 
To  dwell  within  thy  wounds ; then  pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 


2 Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  thee ; 

Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 


Jlallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


261 


OLIVET.  L.  M. 


I.  B.  Woodbury. 


1.  When  I survey  the  wondrous  cross  On  which  the  Prince  of  glo  - ry  died, 


-^2- 


J-J- Pi 


-r-t-^i — t— h — r 


zzU-d^zziir^it 


=te^fl 


m 


My  richest  gain  I count  but  loss,  And  pour  con-tempt  on  all  my  pride. 
-(^•4*-  -(2-  . -/*-  ' -^-  -(=2-  ' 4*-  I 


i^=! 


p— ^ -^^-L- 
-FT-*-r  [-^ 


:i^z= 


No.  227, 


Glorying  only  in  the  cross. 

2 Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God ; 

All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 

I sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3 See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 

Did  e’er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 

Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a crown  ? 

4 Were  the  whole  realms  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a present  far  too  small ; 

Love  so  amazing,  so  divine. 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. — 'WatU, 


No,  226. — Concluded. 

3 How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  shelter’d  in  thy  bleeding  side  1 
Who  thence  their  life  and  strength 
derive, 

And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 


4 What  are  our  works  but  sin  and  death. 
Till  thou  thy  quick’ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 
Thou  giv’st  the  power  thy  grace  to 
move ; 

O wondrous  grace  I O boundless  love  I 
J,  Wesley. 


262 


l^allowed  ^cmgs,  IK^evised. 


BEST.  L.  M. 


Wm.  B.  Bradburt, 


_i (_ 


fd- 


§5 


ESE^Eg: 


E9=S^S-F^- 


-W—9- 

1.  A-sleep  in  Je  - sus  I blessed  sleep  I From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep ; 


-I — 1 — i — ‘I 1- 


I I I 


1 1 


A calm  and  nn  - disturbed  re  - pose,  Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 


No.  228. 


A slee^  in  Jesus. 

2 Asleep  in  Jesus  ! oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a slumber  meet ! 

With  holy  confidenee  to  sing, 

That  death  hath  lost  its  venomed  sting  1 

3 Asleep  in  Jesus  ! peaceful  rest  1 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 

No  fear,  no  woe,  shall  dim  that  hour, 

Which  manifests  the  Saviour’s  power. 

4 Asleep  in  Jesus  ! oh,  for  me 
May  such  a blissful  refuge  be ! 

Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie, 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. — Mrs.  Mackey. 


No.  229.  They  are  not  lost,  hut  gone  before 

t Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep,  12  Secure  from  every  mortal  care, 
And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits  pour ; By  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more, 
Oh,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? Eternal  happiness  they  share 
They  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before.  Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 


JjtaUoiueii  $ongs,  Bevised. 


263 


SHEPHEEL.  L,  M. 


-9tW 


4—1- 


Philip  Phillips. 

I- 


m. 


— ^=_ 

\ ^ -9-  ’^  \ \ 

1.  My  God,  how  endless  is  thy  love ; Thy  gifts  are  ev-ery  evening  new ; 


i»~ 

7^ 

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■fS 

b j — 

i=_EE  11 

s= 


And  morning  mer-cies  from  a -hove,  Gen-tly  descends  like  ear-ly  dew. 

P, 

f -r^  ■ -rP 


T-n 


1 — r 


1 — r 


No.  230.  Morning  and  evening  mercies, 

2  Thou  spread’st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours ; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 

And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

8 I yield  myself  to  thy  command  ; 

To  thee  devote  my  nights  and  days  ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 

Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. — WatU, 

Dox.  L.  M.  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below* 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


No.  22 9 1 — Concluded. 

3  To  Zion’s  peaceful  courts  above 
In  faith  triumphant  may  we  soar. 
Embracing,  in  the  arms  of  love, 

The  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 


4  To  Jordan’s  bank  whene’er  we  come, 
And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar ; 
Jesus  1 convey  us  safely  home, 

To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 


V 


264 


!|Jallowed  Bevised. 


PAEK  STSEET.  L.  M. 


Venua. 


-1-1-4- 


I 


!~b.^ 


6iS' 


3= 


1.  Stand  up,  my  souL^shake  off  thy  fears,  And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on ; March  to  the 


j^zzjzz  ib=£:—  ^ - 

V i 1 r 


J^: 


J J 


gates  of  endless  joy,  ‘ Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain’s,  gone. 

Where  Jesus,  thy  great  Captain’s,  gone. 


No.  231. 


Tke  march. 


2 Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But  hell  and  sin  are  vanquished  foes ; 

Thy  Saviour  nailed  them  to  the  cross, 

And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

8 Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate ; 

Their  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors  wait. 

4 There  shall  I wear  a starry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  almighty  grace ; 

While  all  the  armies  of  the  sHes 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader’s  praise. — Watts, 


No.  232. 


National  blessings. 


1 Great  God  of  nations,  now  to  thee 
Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise ; 

With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 
We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 


2 Thy  Name  we  bless,  almighty  God, 
For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown 
To  this  fair  land  the  pilgrims  trod,- 
This  land  we  fondly  caU  our  own. 


;^allowe4  $ong$,  Revised. 


265 


WAEE.  L.  M. 


Geo.  Kingsley. 


No.  233.  The  stubborn  heart. 

2  The  rocks  can  rend ; the  earth  can  quake ; 

The  seas  can  roar ; the  mountains  shake  : 

Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 

But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

8 To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 

0 Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 

But  I can  read  each  moving  line. 

And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4 But  power  divine  can  do  the  deed  : 

And,  Lord,  that  power  I greatly  need  : 

Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine. 

And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. — Hart. 


Ho.  232.  — Concluded. 

3  Here  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide. 
And  casts  her  soft  and  hallow’d  ray ; 
Here  thou  our  fathers’  steps  didst 
guide 

Wety  through  their  dang’rous  way. 


4  We  praise  thee  that  the  gospel’s  light 
Thro’  all  our  land  its  radiance  shears ; 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error’s  night, 
And  heavenly  blessings  round  us 
spreads.  The  Fsalifmdist. 


266 


;^aUowe4  $ong8,  Bevi$e4. 


PORTU&AL.  L.  M. 


J-r-J-J- 


T.  Thoelet. 


-^r 


i^z:g^iS= 
-■^-1 1 — 


1.  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King,  To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing ; 


<22-. 


I ^ 


r-^1 — r 


1 — r 


2 Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast; 
Oh,  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David’s  harp  of  solemn  sound. 

3 When  grace  has  purified  my  heart, 
Then  I shall  share  a glorious  part : 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  be  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

4 Then  shall  I see,  and  hear,  and  know 
All  I desired  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. — WatU, 


No.  235. 


JVa/  ashamed  of  Jestts. 


1 Jestjs,  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, — 
Whose  glories  shine  thro’  endless  days. 


2 Ashamed  of  Jesus !— that  dear  Friend, 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend ; 
No !— when  I blush,be  this  my  shame,— 
That  I no  more  revere  his  Name. 


l^allowsd  $ong$,  IKevised. 


267 


EOWEING.  L.  M. 


I.  B.  WOODBUBT. 


1.  Stay,  thou  in^  sult-ed  Spir-it,  stay,  Tho’  I 
TT'T-T-^ 

:«l 
1 ! 
have  d( 

me  thee 

5 such  del 
1 

:g“H 

spite ; 

p ■ p p I p . 

1 i 

— m- 
1 T 

1 

Uo.  236.  Deprecating  the  withdrawal  of  the  Spirit. 

2 Though  I have  steel’d  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  shaken  oflf  my  guilty  fears ; 

And  vex’d,  and  urged  thee  to  depart, 

For  many  long  rebellious  years  : 

8 Though  I have  most  unfaithful  been, 

Of  all  who  e’er  thy  grace  received ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen ; 

Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved ; 


4 Yet,  oh!  the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

For  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 

To’  exclude  me  from  thy  people’s  rest. — C.  Wesley. 


TTo.  235.  — Concluded. 

3 Ashamed  of  Jesus !— yes,  I may, 
When  I’ve  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe,  no  good  to  crave, 
No  fears  to  quell,  no  soul  to  save. 


1 4 Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain— 
j Till  then,  I boast  a Saviour  slain  ; 

And,  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, — 
i That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me. 

Grigg. 


268 


^allow$4  Revised. 


JUDAH.  L.  M. 


A.  Doty.* 


1.  A wake,  Je-ru  - sa-lem,  a-wake,— No  Ic^- er  in  thy  sins  lie  down; 


■— i?Vi 


m 


r?=^ 


-r-*t 


1 1 


g=jaa^«^ggllESTEga;g^gpgi; 


The  garment  of  sal  - va  - tlon  take : Thy  heau-ty  and  thy  strength  put  on. 


No.  237.  Pui  on  thy  beautiful  garments^  O JerusalemP 

2 Shake  off  the  dust  that  blinds  thy  sight, 

And  hides  the  promise  from  thine  eyes ; 

Arise,  and  struggle  into  light ; 

The  great  Deliverer  calls, — Arise  ! 

8 Shake  off  the  bands  of  sad  despair ; 

Zion,  assert  thy  liberty  ; 

Look  up,  thy  broken  heart  prepare, 

And  God  shall  set  the  captive  free. 

4 V essels  of  mercy,  sons  of  grace, 

Be  purged  from  every  sinful  stain*, 

Be  like  our  Lord,  his  word  embrace, 

Nor  bear  his  hallowed  name  in  vain. — (7.  We%ley, 

Doxologt.  L.  M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 

Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 

Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

* From  “ New  Hymn  and  Tune  BooTcP 


$ong$;  Eevi$$d. 


269 


SUN  OF  MY  SOUL. 


E2zs 


ni 



-CT-— 

35'": 

J-J-J- 


!i  ;-22Z2.~ 


Oh,  may  no  earth-bom  cloud  a-rise  To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant’s  eyes. 


1^ 


No.  238.  “ Thou  art  my  trust  froijt  my  youth.^"* 

2 Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 

For  without  thee  I cannot  live  ; 

Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 

For  without  thee  I dare  not  die. 

3 If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 

‘ Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine— 

Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 

Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

4 Watch  by  the  sick  ; enrich  the  poor 
With  blessings  from  thy  boundless  store ; 

Be  every  mourner’s  sleep  to-night, 

Like  infant’s  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6 Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 

Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 

Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 
We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

* From  the  '"'‘New  Standard  Singer''  Sent  to  Mr.  Phillips  from  Constantinch 
pie  by  our  earnest  Missionary.,  Rev.  A.  G.  Lono. 


270 


fallowed  $ong$,  Bevi$$d. 


ST.  THOMAS.  S.  M. 


Handel. 


r“^ sfl — — 

— •!-«- 

— S3 

j 

i 

- —<S> gg—t0— 

■ 

1 1 

1. 

A -wake,  and  sing  the  song 

Of 

Mo  - ses 

and  the  Lamb ; 

-r:  nJ — J — r 

I 

-jT'l  ^ 

:^= 


‘/ 

/ 


-j-j- 


==i- 


I — ^ 


=^: 


:^:=::z 


-r 


Wake,  ev  - ery  heart  and  ev  - ery  tongue,  To  praise  the  Saviour’s  Name. 


pg— f?2zz:s2z: 


& 


P= 


I f-t-'l 1 

No.  239.  T/ie  Song  of  Moses  and  the-Lamh, 

2 Sing  of  his  dying  love ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power ; 

Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

% 

8 Ye  pilgrims,  on  the  road 
To  Zion’s  city,  sing; 

Rejoice  ye  in  the  Lamb  of  God, — 
in  Christ,  the'^ternal  King. 

4 There  shall  each  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim ; 

And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. — Hammond. 

No.  240.  The  universal  King. 


1 Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing : 
Jehovah  is  the  sov’ reign  God, 
T’ne  universal  King. 


2 He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 
The  wat’ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Bevised. 


271 


SILVEE  STSEET.  S.  M. 


No.  241.  Mercy  of  God. 

2 His  power  subdues  our  sins ; 

And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

^ 3 High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 

Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. — Watts, 

Dox.  S.  M.  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  forever  be. 


Ifo.  240.  — Concluded. 

8 Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own. 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 


4 To-day  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

Watts. 


272 


:^aUowed  $o»8$,  Revised. 


KENTUCKY.  S.  M. 


- ^ a|-J- 

— ^ — . 

— 5-^ 

I 

1.  A charge  to  keep  I have,  A God  to  glo  - ri  - fj; 


i 


-1 — p^- 


A nev  - er  - dy  - ing  soul  to  save,  And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

- j . _ j. 


r 


m.  242.  For  diligence  and  watchfulness. 

2 To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill, — 

Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage. 

To  do  my  Master’s  will. 

3 Arm  me  with  jealous  care,  ^ 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 

And  oh,  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 

A strict  account  to  give. 

4 Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 

Assured,  if  I my  trust  betmy, 

I shall  forever  die. — C. 


]Jo.  243. 


The  spirit  of  prayer. 


1 The  praying^  spirit  breathe  ! 
The  watching  power  impart ; 
From  all  entanglements  beneath 
Call  off  my  peaceful  heart ; 


2 My  feeble  mind  sustain,, 

By  worldly  thoughts  oppress’d ; 
Awear,  and  bid  me  turn  again 
To  my  eternal  rest. 


;^allowe4  $on§s,  Revised. 


273 


AYLESBUEY.  S.  M. 


Moderato, 


Harvey  Camp. 


1.  Oh,  that  I could  re  - pent ! Oh,  that  I could  be  - lieve ! 


I I 


— 

f ^ ^ s ^ 

n Til  r 

^ r ^ 

jM ^ «LII 

M A ^ 

\ m m I 

1 mu  A 

^ w |0  m 

Thou,  by  thy  voice  the  marble  rend.  The 

-9-  -9-  -^-9-^  •9fj9- 

rock  in  sunder  cleave : 

JL  _! 

r'  r'  ...I— 

“ 1 «p 

1 ^ — m I ^ 

-la  ta  I > 

i u*  i 

\ > i r 

llo.  244. 


Hardness  of  heart  lamented. 

2 Thou,  by  thy  two-edged  sword, 

My  soul  and  spirit  part ; 

Strike  with  the  hammer  of  thy  word, 

And  break  my  stubborn  heart. 

3 Saviour,  and  Prince  of  peace  ! 

The  double  grace  bestow ; 

Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness 
And  let  the  captive  go : 

4 Grant  me  my  sins  to  feel. 

And  then  the  load  remove  : 

Wound,  and  pour  in,  my  wounds  to  heal. 
The  balm  of  pard’ning  love. — G.  Wesley. 


Uo,  243.  — Concluded. 


3 Swift  to  my  rescue  come ; 

Thine  own  this  moment  seize ; 
Gather  my  wand’ring  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace : 


4 Suffer’d  no  more  to  rove 
O’er  all  the  earth  abroad. 

Arrest  the  pris’ner  of  thy  love, 

And  shut  me  up  in  God. — C.  Wesley, 


18 


274 


J^allowed  $ong3,  IReviaed. 


OLMUTZ.  S.  M. 


Arr.  by  Dr.  L.  Mason. 


— 

r-—, — 1 ^ ^ 

— -j  ^ - ^ — a « -3  - -i 

-y-  ^ 0 CJ 

1.  And  can  I yet  de  - lay 

^ m C2.  ^ c2 

--  i M- 

My  lit  - tie  all  to  give  ? 

^ -m-  -J-  . J ^ 

l •>  ; 

- L- ^ ^ 

zipzi 

fs 

T( 

) 

tear  my  soul  from  earth  a-way  For  Je  - sus  to  re  - ceive  ? 

bf-rrjS.  1-  t t:  ^ 11  1 — bt— 1=  U — i 1°  11. 

No.  245.  Embracmg  the  all- sufficient  portion. 

' 2 Nay,  but  I yield,  I yield ; 

I can  hold  out  no  more  : 

I sink,  by  dying  love  compell’d. 

And  own  thee  conqueror. 

8 Though  late,  I all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign : 

Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh,  take, 

And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4 Come,  and  possess  me  whole, 

Nor  hence  again  remove ; 

Settle  and  fix  my  wav’ring  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. — Q,  Wesley, 


No.  246. 


Sow  beside  all  waters. 


1 Sow  in  the  mom  thy  seed ; 

At  eve  hold  not  thy  hand ; 

To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, — 
Broad-cast  it  o’er  the  land. 


2 Thou  know’st  not  which  shall  thrive,— 
The  late  or  early  sown ; 

Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
When  and  wherever  stro wn : 


fallowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


275 


HUNTINGTON.  S.  M. 


T.  E.  Perkins. 


M— J 1 — -|-| 

p=i — ^—nj — me □ 

1.  Far  1 

from  these  scenes  of  night,  Un  - 
^ p-  (1  ^ 

=-S— g_bgz_B 

bounded  glo  - ries  rise. 

--j— 1 1 1 o 

' — r-  ^-r  t — 1 1 — p 

r r r r 

And  realms  of  joy  and  pure  de-light,  Un-known  to  mor  - tal  eyes, 

ro  .c.  0. 

— ^=3 « ^ 


-r 


I I. 


No.  247. 


The  goodly  land. 


2 Fair  land ! — could  mortal  eyes 
But  half  its  charms  explore, 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise, 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more  ! 


3 'No  cloud  those  regions  know, — 

Realms  ever  bright  and  fair ; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

4 Oh,  may  the  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love. 

Till  wings  of  faith,  and  strong  desire, 
Bear  every  thought  above. — Steele. 


No.  246.  — Concluded. 

8 And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 

The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear. 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 


4 Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain : 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist,  and  dry. 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

Montgomery. 


276 


jjjallowed  ^ongs,  )K.evi$e4. 


GOLDEN  HILL.  S.  M. 


;iA' 


3= 


death  of  those  Who  slum -her  in  the  Lord  I 

_ ri  

-P=^f^=[ 


r ' ‘--1 

1.  Oh,  for  the 


I I 

Oh,  he  like  theirs  my  last  re  - pose,  Like  theirs  my  last  re  - ward. 


No,  248.  “ Zeif  me  die  the  death  of  the  righteous,'^' 


2 Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope,  may  lie, 

Till  the  last  trumpet’s  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

8 Their  ransom’d  spirits  soar 
On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore. 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4 Oh,  for  the  death  of  those 
Who  slumber  in  the  Lord ! 

Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose. 

Like  theirs  my  last  reward. — Church  Psalmody* 


No.  249. 


For  a revival. 


1 O Lord,  thy  work  revive 
In  Zion’s  gloomy  hour, 
And  let  our  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 


2 Oh,  let  thy  chosen  few 

Awake  to  earnest  prayer ; 
Their  covenant  again  renew, 
And  walk  in  filial  fear. 


3^allowe4  fong$,  Revised. 


277 


LUTHEE.  S.  M. 


Dr.  Thos.  Hastings. 


No.  250.  Love  for  Zion. 

2 I love  thy  Church,  O God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 

Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 

And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3 For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend ; 

To  her  my  care  and  toils  be  given, 

Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4 Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  brighter  bliss  of  heaven. — Dwight, 


No.  249.  — Concluded. 

3 Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  humble  clay, 

Till  hearts  of  adamant  shall  break, — 
Till  rebels  shall  obey. 


4 Now  lend  thy  gracious  ear ; 

Now  listen  to  our  cry: 

Oh,  come,  and  bring  salvation  near, 
Our  souls  on  thee  rely. 

Dr.  fhos.  Hastings, 


278 


i^allovyed  $ong$,  Revised. 


BOYLSTON.  S.  M. 


Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 


--4 

-1  -4  1 

: 1 

^ — 0 ^ d 

1.  The 

pit  - y of  the 

Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  his  name. 

-G>- 

J ^ J 

- m — !- — !- & - 

^ ^ ^ 

^ *■ 

1 — r r ‘ — 

t 

-r  r r 

-f — 

-1-1-1 

-1  -| 

— 1 -1 : 

-M — ^ i ^ — 

3 

J.  -i  J-  ^ 

^ g— 

Is 

such  as  ten  • der 

parents  feel  j 

; He  knows  our  fee-ble  frame. 

-f- 

1 

- fiP  - -p- 

-<s>- 

^ — fc; : 

* s s 

h- 

__I=J 

^ i-  r 

—I 1 ' — 

1 

No.  251.  Kindness  to  our  frailty. 


2 He  knows  we  are  but  dust, 

Scattered  with  every  breath ; 

His  anger,  hke  a rising  wind, 

Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 

3 Our  days  are  as  the  grass. 

Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 

When  blasting  winds  sweep  o’er  the  field* 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 


4  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure ; 

And  children’s  children  ever  find 
Thy  word  of  promise  sure. — Wattfi. 


Wo.  252. 


The  Redeemer'' s tears. 


1 Did  Christ  o’er  sinners  weep, 
And  shall  our  cheeks  he  dry  ? ^ 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 


2 The  Son  of  God  in  tears 
The  wond’ring  angels  see ; 
Be  thou  astonish’d,  O my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 


;^allouied  $ongs,  Bevisea. 


279 


VESPEE.  S.  M. 


1.  The  day  is  past  and  gone,  The  evening  shades  ap-pear ; 


1 ^ /TN  . 

^ a 

1 

/fh  -H  a 

H — ■ " si  — ! si — ! — ! 

V'lr M 

ell.  The  night  of  death  c 

7\  ^ 

^ 1 1 1 • - 
Oh,  may  we  all  re-member  w 

_ . ^ ' 

9 

Iraws  near. 

■ ^ 

^ : p 

^ P 

* ' . ^ ...  mi ? 

ft  1 ’ ' L i ^ k 

^ 1 

^ ^ 1 

r > 1 

i 

No.  253.  Evening  hymn. 

2 We  lay  our  garmeuts  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest; 

So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  ah 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

8 Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears ; 

May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep, 
Till  morning  light  appears. 


4 And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  th’  unwearied  sun, 

May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. — Unknown. 


ITOi  252i — Concluded. 

3 He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a tear ; 

In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there’s  no  weeping  there. 

Beddomi. 


Doxologt. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 
Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 
And  shall  forever  be. 


280 


;i3aUowe4  ^ongs,  Bevi$e4. 


DOVER. 

S.  M. 

& 

1.  How  beauteous  are  their  feet 

Who  stand  on 

Zi  - on’s 

hill,— 

..  1 <r:>  . c=2 

p ^ 

“1  "^"d  — r—  fHt 

1 

Whol 

iring  sal- va  - tion  on  their  tongues,  Anc 
:S— g-^^-pS— ffg- 

SL_JZIg— 

1 words  of  peace  reveal ! 

^ - jd  __  J J 

1 

■ 1 *“ 

No.  254.  The  joyful  sound. 

2 Ho-w  charming  is  their  voice, — 

So  sweet  the  tidings  are ; 

Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King ; 

He  reigns  and  triumphs  here. 

3 How  happy  are  our  ears, 

That  hear  the  joyful  sound, 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found. 

4 How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. — WatU. 


No,  255. 


The  whole  armor  of  God. 


1 Soldiers  of  Chrif?t:,  arise, 

And  put  your  armor  on,  [plies 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
Through  his  eternal  Sou ; 


2 Strong  in  the  Lord  of  Hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power. 

Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts. 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Beuised. 


281 


FAELAND.  S.  M. 


E.  Hamilton. 


H n — ! "n 

=1  S zl  2 ^ 

=g — ^ 

^ — i JzJ- 

1.  Here  will  I 

f^2- 


ev  - er  lie,  And  tell  thee  all  my  care, 


lii 


ill 


1 — r 


And  “ Father ! Ab-ba,  Father !”  cry,  And  pour  a ceaseless  prayer : 


-m—m — (®- 


:|*= 


No.  256. 


Ai  the  cross. 


1 Here  will  I ever  lie, 

And  tell  thee  all  my  care, 

And  “ Father  I Abba,  Father !”  cry 
And  pour  a ceaseless  prayer : 

2 Till  thou  my  sins  subdue, 

Till  thou  my  sins  destroy. 

My  spirit  after  God  renew, 

And  fill  with  peace  and  joy. — C.  Wesley, 

Dox.  S.  M.  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  forever  be. 


No.  255  . — Concluded. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place, — 
No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace  v 
And  fortify  the  whole ; 


4  Indissolubly  join’d. 

To  battle  all  proceed ; 

But  arm  yourselves  with  all  the  mind 
That  was  in  Christ  your  Head. 

C,  Wesley. 


282 


i^allowed  Revised. 


LISBON.  S.  M. 


I.  Read. 
-I- 


1.  Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest,  That  saw  the  Lord  a - rise; 


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L^IL 

No.  257. 


Delight  in  ordinances. 

2 The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3 One  day  in  such  a place, 

Where  thou,  my  God,  art  seen, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4 My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a frame  as  this, 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. — Watts. 


No.  258. 


Gentleness  of  God^s  commands. 


1 How  gentle  God’s  commands ! 

How  kind  his  precepts  are  I 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 


2 Beneath  his  watchful  eye 
His  saints  securely  dwell ; 

That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up, 
Shall  guard  his  children  well. 


^allow$d  $ong«,  Revised. 


283 


SHAWMUT.  S.  M. 


Arranged  by  Dr.  L.  Mason. 


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-i=t 


1.  Ye  wretched,  starv-ing  poor, 


Be -hold  a 

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Yoj  - al  feast ! 

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Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store  For  ev-ery  hum-ble  guest. 


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No.  259. 


“ A nd yet  there  is  room.’''* 

2 See,  Christ,  with  open  arms, 

Invites,  and  bids  you  come ; 

Oh,  stay  not  back,  though  fear  alarms; 
For  yet  there  still  is  room. 

3 Oh,  come,  and  with  us  taste 

The  blessings  of  his  love  : 

While  hope  expects  the  sweet  repast 
Of  nobler  joys  above. 

4 There,  with  united  voice. 

Before  th’  eternal  throne. 

Ten  thousand  thousand  souls  rejoice, 

In  ecstasies  unknown. — Steele. 


No.  258.  — Concluded. 

3 Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father’s  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 


4 His  goodness  stands  approved, 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day : 

I’ll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a song  away. 

Doddridge. 


284 


;^aUow$4  $ong8,  Bevlse4. 


DENNIS.  S.  M. 

Arranged  from  H.  G.  Nageli. 

j—  -J — -1 — d— t-l— ^ !—  :=1 1— L-i- — . L—LJ — z L_  =3 — : 

1.  Blest  be  the  tie  that 

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binds  Our  hearts  in  Chris- tiai 

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The 

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3=^-E|EE^=SEEiF^»E^?z-B3El 

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— . . . ^ 

fel  - low-  ship  of  kin  -dred  minds  Is 
1 r~\ 

r * '*7*'*  * ^ in'*! 

like  to  that  a- 

hove. 

r 

If: — ^Ll.  l_Lj^  j__Li lj_tiz 

No.  260.  Sympathy  and  mutual  love. 

2 Before  our  Father’s  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers; 

Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one,— 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3 We  share  our  mutual  woes: 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 

And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 


4  When  we  asunder  part, 

It  gives  us  inward  pain 
But  we  shall  still  be  join’d  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. — Fawcett 


Meeting,  after  absentee. 


No.  261. 

1 And  are  we  yet  alive, 

And  see  each  other’s  face? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give, 
For  his  redeeming  grace. 


3 Preserved  by  power  divine 
To  full  salvation  here. 

Again  in  Jesus’  praise  we  join, 
And  in  his  sight  appear. 


!l^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


285 


DOWNIEVILLE.  S.  M. 


Slow  and  Gentle, 


E.  L.  M.,  California. 


1,  Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found, — Rest  for  the  wea  - ry  soul 


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’T were  vain  the  ocean’s  depths  to  sound,  Or  pierce  to  ei-ther  pole. 


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1 r 


TAe  horrors  of  the  second  death. 

2 The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh ; 
’Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 


I ‘ 

Uo.  262. 


8 Beyond  tliis  vale  of  tears 
There  is  a life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years; 

And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4 There  is  a death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 

Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 

Around  the  second  death ! — Montgomery. 


No.  l%\^’-Concluded. 

3 What  troubles  have  we  seen  1 
What  conflicts  have  we  past  1 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Since  we  assembled  last  I 


4 But  out  of  all  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  his  love, 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  aflbrd. 
And  hides  our  life  above. 

C.  Wesley. 


286 


;^allowed  ^ongs,  Bevised. 


SHIELAND.  S.  M. 

Stanley. 


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kind  de  - signs  to  serve  and  please  Thro’  all  their  ac-tions  run. 

A.  ^ 


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Ifo.  263.  Sweet  communion. 

2 Blest  is  the  pious  house 

Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows 
Make  their  communion  sweet 

3 Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills 

The  saints  are  blest  above, 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils. 

And  all  the  air  is  love. — Watts, 

Dox.  S.  M.  To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

And  Spirit,  One  in  Three, 

Be  glory,  as  it  was,  is  now, 

And  shall  forever  be. 


No.  264. 


Sanctifying  Influence. 


1 Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 


2 Convince  us  all  of  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus’  blood, 

A.nd  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  mercies  of  our  God. 


iiallowed  $ong$,  Revised. 


287 


i-=s: 

LABAN.  S. 

M. 

Dr.  Lowell  Mason. 

1 -g— : 

1 . My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard ; Ten 

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thousand  foes  a - 

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The  hosts  of  sin  are  press-ing  hard  To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


— U 

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4 — r-  r *— 1 

ztz: — 

Lj — IL 

No.  265.  Perseverance. 

2 Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray, 

The  battle  ne’er  give  o’er ; 

Eenew  it  boldly  every  day, 

And  help  divine  implore. 

3 Ne’er  think  the  vict’ry  won, 

Nor  lay  tliine  armor  down : 

The  work  of  faith  will  not  be  done, 
Till  thou  obtain  the  crown. 

4 Then  persevere  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 

He’ll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. — Heath 


No.  264.  — Concluded. 

2 Eevive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


4 ’Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctify  the  soul, 

To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

Hart. 


288 


fallowed  fongs,  Revised. 


PLEYEL’S  HYMN.  7s. 


J.  Pleyel. 


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g-  ^ 

^ 1.  Hast-en,  sin  - ner, 

A.  jm-  ^ ' 

1 

to  be  wise ! Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun : 

■ r—  r— __ 

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W is-dom  if  you  s 

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Harder  is  it 
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to  be  won. 

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No.  266.  The  danger  of  delay. 

2 Hasten,  mercy  to  implore ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  thy  season  should  be  o’er 
Ere  this  evening’s  stage  be  run. 

3 Hasten,  sinner,  to  return ! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Ere  salvation’s  work  is  done. 

4 Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest! 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow’s  sun, 

Lest  perdition  thee  arrest 

Ere  the  morrow  is  begun. — T.  Scott, 

Doxology.  *Js. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above. 

Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host,— 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


i^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


289 


EVBlTINa  SHALES. 


D.  A.  Jones. 


r-  a 

1 

1.  Si  - leat-ly  the  shades  of  evening  Gather  round  rny  lonely  door; 

d— ^ 


-I- 


1.  Si  - lent-ly  the  shades  of  evening  Gather  round  my  lonely  door ; 


zlf?z 


— 



— 

fzz:^  p- 

Si  • lent-ly  they  bring  before  me,  Fac-es  I shall  see  no  more. 


zMz±^. 


s — - — 


Si  - lent-ly  they  bring  before  me,  Fac-es  I shall  see  no  more, 
^q— q = 


^=:i5zzq?z::^zzi*zi:e 
ZZlSJ — tz 


No.  267.  The  lost  and  unforgotien 

2 Oh,  the  lost,  the  unforgotten, 

Though  the  world  be  oft  forgot ; 

Oh,  the  shrouded  and  the  lonely ! 

In  our  hearts  they  perish  not. 

3 Living  in  the  silent  hours. 

Where  our  spirits  only  blend  ; 

They  unlinked  with  earthly  trouble 
W e still  hoping  for  its  end. 

4 How  such  holy  mem’ries  cluster, 

Like  the  stars  when  storms  are  past, 
Pointing  up  to  that  fair  haven 
We  may  hope  to  gain  at  last. 

19 


290 


Jlallowed  $ong$,  Bevieed. 


L07EST  THOU  ME.  7s, 


N 

?T — t— 

m 

1.  Hark,  my 

■ 

■ soul,  it  is  the 

Lord ! ’Tis  thy  Sav-iour,  hear  his  word  I 

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t-  ' 

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L-^_  1 iL 

Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee,  “ Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me 


No.  268.  Love  to  the  Saviour. 

2 “I  deliver’d  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  heal’d  thy  wound, 
SoughfThee  wandering,  set  thee  right. 
Turn’d  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3 “ Thou  shall  see  my  glory  sbon, 

When  the  work  of  faith  is  done ; 

Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  : 

Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me 

4 Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 

That  my  love  is  still  so  faint, 

Tet  I love  thee  and  adore, 

Oh,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! — Cowpe-r, 


No.  269. 


The  sinner  at  the  judgment. 


1 When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled, 

When  the  death-shades  o’er  thee  spread, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 

Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 


2 When  the  world  has  passed  away. 
When  draws  near  the  judgment-day, 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound. 
Say,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  he  found  ? 


Jjtallowe4  $ongs,  Bevised. 


291 


MAETYN.  7s. 


S.  B.  Mabsh. 

Fine. 


A J Je  - SUB,  lov  - er  of  my  soul,  Let  me  to 
\ While  the  nearer  wa-ters  roll.  


I D.  c.  Safe  in  - to 


thy  bo  - som  fly,  ) 
, While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; J 

the  ha  - ven  guide,  Oh,  re-ceive  my  soul  at  last. 


Hide  me,  O my  Sav-iour,  hide.  Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 


1 

CS..r__ 

-mf 

Uo.  270. 


TAe  only  refuge. 


2 


3 


Other  refuge  have  I none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  oh,  leave  me  not  alone ; 

Still  support  and  comfort  me : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay’d  ; 

Adi  my  help  from  thee  I bring ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 
With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Thou,  O Christ,  art  all  I want : 
More  than  all  in  thee  I find : 
Kaise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint, 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind ; 


Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I am  all  unrighteousness ; 

False,  and  full  of  sin  I am ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4 Plenteous  grace  with  thee  I found — 
Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 

Let  the  healing  streams  abound ; 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within. 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art ; 

Freely  let  me  think  of  thee ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 
Rise  to  all  eternity. — C,  Wedey. 


No,  Concluded. 

3 VTTien  the  Judge  descends  in  light, 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  mmht, 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
Where,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 


! 4 While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 

?uickly  to  the  Saviour  fly ; 

hen  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer ; 
Then  in  heaven  shall  thou  appear. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


292 


iljJallowed  $ongs,  Bevised. 


HORTON.  7s. 


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, 

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P-t-n-. ^-n-r 

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t 

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1^— 

; ^ ^ j i •'  1 

1.  Come,  said  Jesus’  sacred  voice.  Come,  and  make  my  paths  your  choice ; 

r-  1 |/^i  r- j 

“1 [ 

t t 

1—  1 r ^ “ 

I will  guide  you  to  your  home  ; W eary  wanderer,  hither  come ! 

I n, 


No.  271. 


The  Voice  of  Jesus, 

2 Thou  who,  homeless  and  forlorn, 

Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world’s  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste 
W eary  wanderer,  hither  haste. 

3 Ye  who,  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 

Seek  for  ease,  but  seek  in  vain  ; 

Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn, 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn : — 

4 Hither  come ! for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound ; 

Peace  that  ever  shall  endure. 

Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. — Mrs.  Barhauld. 


No.  272. 


T hanksgiving. 


1 Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong; 

Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 


2 Blessing  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land : 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 


5^aUt)UJ$d  $ong$,  Revised. 


293 


33^ 


NUEEMBUEG.  7s. 

Arr.  by  Dr.  L.  Mason. 

A ^ 


^ 


^ ^ 


:g==^=S~— 


1.  Praise  to  God,  im  - mortal  praise,  For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ! 


II 


S=' 


^ I Vs.1-^ 


Bounteous  Source  of  ev  - ery  joy,  Let  thy  praise  our  tongue  employ. 

^1  1^  I 

1 _ -(Z.  l.d. _ 


^ ^ ^ — ■ -P=l 


I 1 — p^SE 


1- 


1 


Fo.  273. 


^ Lord,  thou  hast  been  favorable  unto  thy  landl*' 


2 For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 

For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield ; 

For  the  joy  which  harvests  bring, 

Grateful  praises  now  we  sing. 

3 Clouds  that  drop  refreshing  dews  ; 

Suns  that  genial  heat  diffuse  ; 

Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain ; 

Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 

4 All  that  spring,  with  bounteous  hand. 

Scatters  o’er  the  smiling  land ; 

All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 

From  her  overflowing  stores. — Mrs.  Barhauld. 


Fo.  272.  — Concluded. 

3 Here,  beneath  a virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey,— 
Never  feel  oppression’s  rod, — 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 


4 Hark ! the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 

And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 


294 


l^allowed  ^ongs,  Bevi$ed. 


HENDON.  7s. 


Malan. 


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r=(H=i 

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Lord,  is  r: 

C?  C?  ^ ^ ^ 

Lsen  to-day.  Sons  of  men  and 

angel^a 

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triumph  high ; Sing,  ye  heavens— and  earth,  r^ly ; Sing,  ye  heavens— and,  &c. 

^ ^ -e-  -f=- -f=4»- 

1 ^ 

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L 111  ■(,  1'  .. 

No.  274.  “ If  we  suffer  with  Him  we  shall  reign  with  Himl' 

2 Love’s  redeeming  work  is  done, — 

Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won : 

Lo ! the  sun’s  eclipse  is  o’er ; 

Lo  ! he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3 Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal, — 

Christ  has  burst  the  gates  of  hell; 

Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise  ; 

Christ  has  open’d  Paradise. 

4 Lives  again  our  glorious  King  ; 

Where,  O death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 

Once  he  died  our  souls  to  save ; 

Where’s  thy  vict’ry,  boasting  grave  ? — C.  Wedey, 

No.  275.  The  Sun  of  righteousness. 

1 Hark  ! the  herald-angels  sing,—  2 Joyful  all  ye  nations  rise,— 
Glory  to  the  new-born  King ; Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies ; 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild ; With  angelic  hosts  proclaim,— 

God  and  sinners  reconciled.  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem. 


fallowed  l^vtised. 


296 


WILMOT.  7s. 


From  C.  von  Weber. 


No.  276. 


Morning  at  the  tom 

2 Christian ! dry  your  flowing  tears ; 
Chase  those  unbelieving  fears : 

Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 

Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save, 

8 Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 

Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade ; 

Drive  your  anxious  cares  away  : 

See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay  ! 

4 Lo ! the  rising  sun  appears, 

Shedding  radiance  o’er  the  spheres  ; 

Lo!  returning  beams  of  light 

Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night. — Colly er. 


No,  275.  — Concluded. 

8 Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored, — 
Christ,  the  everlasting  Lord ; 

Veil’d  in  flesh  the  Godhead  see  ; 
Hail,  incarnate  Deity  1 


4 Hail  the  heaven-bom  Prince  of  peace ! 
Hail  the  Sun  of  righteousness  I 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings, — 

Risen  with  healing  in  his  winsrs. 

C.  Wesley, 


296 


:^allowe6  ^ong$,  Revised. 


ALL  TO  CHRIST  I OWE. 


J.  T.  Grape.  Arranged,^ 


n*  — 

.L.  S - 

H— n -|:zz|=zzzfs  _s-zqs.  ::izij 

5 m 1 

1.  I 

hear  the 

Sav-iour  say, 

Thy  strength  indeed  is  small  \ 

(» 

<4- 

.M’  m « <2 

ll  11  |» 

- i*  k - '=-p  ■ ^ j 

^^Zl2^_p 

zizziiz 


iiizzizzzg: 


-=1^: 


'zzzglzz:g=t:^z;z: 


. I 

Child  of  weakness,  watch  and  pray,  Find  in  me  thine  all  in  all. 


p^zzzjazzijazifr^z 


At.  ' ^ jer. 


Chorus, 

J 

k — k 

1 ^ bi 

< 

b "•  ff!-  o'  ■ r* 

:_izl  (=__j 

^ — « — & — 

-S-- — * S ji- 

tig  _I1 

^ Je  - sns  paid  it 

all. 

All  to  him  I 

owe ; 

Iff!  * Iff!  Iff! 

• --e 

r ^ — n 

" ■ \t  ..  W - ■ -ff 

r 

[c  * * .. 

^-b ( ts ta-- 

h — S— ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ 3 — I 


Sin  had  left  a crim-son  stain ; He  washed  it  white  as  snow. 

* If;  Iff ; _ ^ ^ J 


No.  277. 

2 Lord,  now  indeed  I find 

Thy  faith,  and  thine  alone, 
Can  change  the  leper’s  spots, 
And  melt  the  heart  of  stone. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  &c. 
* From  Pilgrim  Harp:"' 


unallowed  $ongs,  K.evi$ed. 


297 


2 For  nothing  good  have  I 

Whereby  thy  grace  to  claim — 

FU  wash  my  garment  white 
In  the  blood  of  Calv’ry’s  Lamb. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  (fee. 

4 When  from  my  dying  bed 

My  ransomed  soul  shall  rise, 

Then  “ J esus  paid  it  all  ” 

Shall  rend  the  vaulted  skies. 

Cho — Jesus  paid  it  all,  <fec. 

6 And  when  before  the  throne 
I stand,  in  him  complete, 
ril  lay  my  trophies  down, 

All  down,  at  Jesus’  feet. 

Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all,  <fec. 

Mrs.  E.  M.  Hall 


THE  SWEETEST  NAME.'  7s.  Chorus.* 


Sweet-est  ca  - rol  ev  - ersung — Je-sus!  Je-sus!  flow  a - long. 


^ ^ 

3 

i If*  ' 

* May  be  sung  after  any  appropriate  hymn  in  Is. 


298 


$o»gs,  l^eviised. 


AMEiaiCA.  6s&4s. 


[— - -j =! 

1 w ^ m 

1 

*— 

1.  My  coun-try, 

’tis  of  thee.  Sweet  land  of 

lib  - er  - ty. 

. .(IB.  .m.  q?: 

f-  • .-r  - 

F p ^ -H  r 

^ |— J-t t u ^ ,j_..  J 

-i jp»  i u 

rfl— iq zpqr:n 

^ 1— n— 1 Ur 

g ♦ a ^ » — —wi  - 

^-1- 

li_'l 1 j — J 

1 ^ 

1 Of  thee  I 

sing : 

Land  where  my  fathers  died, 

Land  of  the 

L--,  — f r-1 

-p-v-| 

- 'S: 

. -(B-  Jt. 

{a  . |»  fa 

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cr- 

9^ 

pilgrim 

.ft.,  4 

^ 1 ^ ^ 
l’s  pride,  From  ev  - ery  mountain  side  Let  freedom 

t A ^ -4  -m- 

i 

ring. 

S’  • , 

B M — 1 Cl 1 

P 

— li 

U j — 

National  hymn. 


Ho.  279. 

2 My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free — 

Thy  name  I love ; 

I love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 

Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills, 
Like  that  above. 


3 Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 
Sweet  freedom’s  song ; 

Let  mortal  tongues  awake  ; 

Let  all  that  breathe  partake ; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break — 
The  sound  prolong. 


4 Our  fathers’  God,  to  thee, 

Author  of  liberty, 

To  thee  we  sing : 

Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom’s  holy  light  • 

Protect  us  by  thy  .might. 

Great  God,  our  King. — B.  F Smith. 


;^allowed  ^o«9$,  Eevi$ed. 


299 


GOD  BLESS  OUR  SCHOOL. 


Giardini. 


V'/t'VxC//  / M'l/* 

fe  s- 

— I — 1 

agi — 

-g=g= 

T 1 ^ 

9 

1 

1.  God  bless  our  Suu  - day  school,  Increase  our  Sun  - day  school, 


-#==f 


:Sl=q!!:: 


i=^=r— 


I 

God  bless  our  school.  Send  down  thy  grace  di-vine,  May  ev  - ery 


. 

1 4t^ 

: f 1®  f— 

tz  If — p 

E^E^E 


=1 ’ 

g » ig : _(g "•  - j 

^ — F 

^ «rr-5|.  ' 

child  be  thine, 

gEE^EEZeZpi 

|_  -f- ■L-.J 

And  love,  all  ] 

f— : S— 

hearts  entwine ; God  bless  our 

r-pr-.  p p n ] 

bs=xzlL 

school ! 

NOi  280i  “ The  knowledge  of  the 

2 All  our  dear  teachers  bless. 

And  give  them  large  success 
In  winning  souls : 

May  they  encouraged  be, 

And  oft  around  them  see 
Their  labors  crown’d  by  thee ; 
God  bless  our  school. 


holy  is  understanding^ 

3 So  may  our  school  increase 
In  knowledge,  love,  and  peace; 

God  bless  our  school. 

And  when  death’s  arrov/s  fly, 
And  useful  teachers  die. 

Their  places  still  supply ; 

God  bless  our  school. 


GOD  BLESS  OUR 


NATIVE  LAND. 


No.  281. 


God  save  the  State. 


1 God  bless  our  native  land ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand. 
Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave. 
Ruler  of  winds  and  wave, 

Do  thou  our  country  save 
By  thy  great  might. 


2 For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait : 

Thou  who  art  ever  mgh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye. 

To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  ! — Dwight. 


300 


mellowed  Bavised. 


HINTON.  11s. 


Arranged  by  S.  J.  Vail. 


/o+r 

^ m o r 1*^ 

3 

m — ■ 

1.  D 

_±_p  ..  _L.  m . -t: 

Q - lay  not,  de  - lay  not,  0 i 

^ ,g.  |ap  . “ 

sin  - ner,  draw  near, 

. 1 

, i r : ~ 1^  , r 1 — 

L 1-  ^ 

ft '-s^ 

S U*  k ^ ^ " 

1 \ 1 Fine. 

mi  . — s ..  m » S-  i « 

The  wa  - ters  of  life  are  now  float  - ing  for  thee; 

D.  s.  Re  - demp  - tion  is  purchased,  sal  - va  - tion  is  free. 

Jo  l>  _ 

J - 

-f-  i 

^ -i- 

J — 



v^U- 

N- 

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na^zi: 

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No 

price  is 

de  - mand-ed, 

the 

Sav  - iour 

is 

here. 

piO— 

- 

.JC. 

■m- 

Iff: 

f: 

1 

— J— ^—1 

H2-J 

1 ^ 

No.  282. 

2 Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God? 

A fountain  is  opened,  how  canst  thou  refuse 

To  wash  and  be  cleaned  in  his  pardoning  blood  ? 

2 Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace. 

Long  grieved  and  resisted  may  take  its  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 

To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity’s  night. 


J^allowed  ^ongs,  Eeviaed. 


301 


DALSTON.  S.  P.  M. 


A.  Williams. 


1.  How  pleased  and  blest  was  I To  hear  the  peo-  pie  cry. 


Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to  - day  ! 


” Yes,  with  a cheerful  zeal 


-J U 


^ ^ ^ I I I I ^ ^ 

W e haste  to  Zi  - on’s  hill,  And  there  our  vows  and  hon-ors  pay. 


No.  283. 


2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 

Adorn’d  with  wondrous  oteco. 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear  [round : 
To  pray,  to  praise,  to  hear 
The  sacred  gospel’s  joyful  sound. 


3  There  David’s  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  there : 
He  bids  the  saints  be  glad. 

He  makes  the  sinners  sad, 

And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 


4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 

And  joy  within  thee  wait. 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  that  seeks  thy  peace. 

And  wishes  thine  increase, 

A thousand  blessings  on  him  rest  I 


302 


fallowed  fongs,  Revised. 


ESTIS.  7s. 


— 1 — ^ ^ — n 

- 1 1 1 _| 1 

1 j 1* J 

^ 50  ^ ’s  • css  • . 

^ r 1 r r 

1.  ’Tis  re  - lig  - ion  that  can  give  Sweetest  pleasure  while  we  live; 
^ m ^ -P-  ^ ^ ^ -P-  • 

^ ^ — W 

— L J r 

^ ^ Y—  1 1 — 

— : ! ! U — 

L| U 

^ ■■  J — f j — 

r-J 1 ~!  - 

® — (^--- 

-?rd - 

izq 

H " 

yH ^ — “Sp- 

T -r  r r r- 

(^-T- 

'■pn— 

r “ 

’Tis  re  - lig  - ion  must  supply  Sol  - id  comfort  when  we  die. 

I 1^  I 

^ . _ _ _ -I  ^ J 


No.  284.  What  religion  gives. 

2 After  death  its  joys  shall  be 
Lasting  as  eternity ; 

Be  the  living  God  our  friend, 

Then  our  bliss  shall  never  end. — Masters, 

Doxology.  '7  s. 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above, 

Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, — 
father.  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


THE  OOITVSET.  6s  & 9s. 


S;=Hzz;qEBz= 


1.  Oh,  how  hap-  py  are  they,  Who  the  Sav-iour  o - bey.  And  have 


303 


—1 

•=!  i!-i 

4— n-J I-p-4  -4 ! d 4-p 

A 

— ^ ® — 1 

^ «!  ?*  :zq  •*'.  « -t 

d- m — 

S- 

t; 

laid  up  their  treasure  a-b' 

J ^ i 1 

^ . a. ^ 

ove ; Tongue  can  never  express  The  sweet 
0 — a — m — d r- 

:iiz  tz=:t=  r t= 

: ' ' - 

1 — n — r~  T 


a L \ _ _! I J _ 

j ^ 

^ ^ 

W[ ■ 

ZJ _ 

ft 

nr ^ 

V 

12  “d  M S 

jm  d M dm 

T ^ m 

com-fort  and  peace  Of  a s 

oul  in  it 

s ear  - li  - est  love. 
> A I 1 

L rr ^ ^ r- i s r-  ^ 

t-  1 

1 

i~t — r 

■F — ^ F 

. -L L__  __ 

hp,  ,.U 

No.  285.  Joy  of  the  young  convert. 

2 That  sweet  comfort  was  mine, 

When  the  favor  divine 

I received  through  the  blood  of  the  Lamb ; 

When  my  heart  first  believed, 

What  a joy  I received, — 

What  a heaven  in  Jesus’  name! 

3 ’Twas  a heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know. 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more. 

Then  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 

And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4 Jesus  all  the  day  long 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song : 

Oh,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see ; 

He  hath  loved  me,  I cried. 

He  hath  suffer’d,  and  diedj 
To  redeem  even  rebels  like  me. 

6 Oh,  the  rapturous  height 
Of  that  holy  delight, 

Which  I felt  in  the  life-giving  blood ; 

Of  my  Saviour  possess’d, 

I was  perfectly  blest, 

As  if  fill’d  with  the  fullness  of  God. — Q.  Wedey., 


304 


l^allowed  Revised. 


EOCK  OF  AGES.  7s  (6  lines). 


^^But  the  Lord  is  my  defence,  and  my  God  is  the  rock  of  my  refuged 

Dr.  T.  Hastings. 


1.  Rock  of  A - ges,  cleft  for  me,  Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee: 


i 


3- 


I ^ 

Let  the  water  and  the  blood,  From  thy  wounded  side  which  flowed, 


1 


1 ^ 

r n-1  dVI  d — ^ — rr  ir 

I _4 L_i 1 J : -> 

■ Ig. 

1 Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure,  Save  me,  Lo 

1 * • (*  rfS  . I«  pH*  * ^-r 

1 i— 

^ ^ Jg. 

rd,  and  make  me  pure. 

No.  286. 


2 Should  my  tears  foi'ever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  Jor  sin  could  ne’er  atone, 
Thorp  must  save,  and  thou  alone; 
In  my  hand  no  price  I bring, 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I cling. 

3 While  I draw  this  fleeting  breath. 
When  mine  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I rise  to  worlds  unknown. 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages!  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


fallowed  ^ongs,  B$vised. 


305 


WILT  THOU  NOT 


VISIT  ME? 

Wm.  B.  Bradbury. 


w i^~r" 

No.  287.  “ Our  soul  waiteth  for  the  Lord.  He  is  our  help  and  our  shield"^ 


1 Wilt  thou  not  visit  me? 

The  plant  beside  me  feels  thy  | gentle  | dew ; 

Each  blade  of  grass  I see, 

From  thy  deep  earth  its  quickening  [ moisture  | drew. 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 


2 Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

Thy  morning  calls  on  me  with  | cheering  | tone ; 
And  every  hill  and  tree 

Lend  but  one  voice,  the  voice  of  [ thee  a-  | lone. 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

3 Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? I need  thy  love 
More  than  the  flower  the  dew,  or  | grass  the  | rain ; 

Come,  like  thy  holy  dove, 

And  let  me  in  thy  sight  rejoice  to  | live  a-  | gain. 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

4 Yes!  thou  wilt  visit  me  : 

Nor  plant,  nor  tree,  thine  eye  de-  | lights  so  | well, 
As  when  from  sin  set  free, 

Man’s  spirit  comes  with  thine  in  | peace  to  [ dwell. 
Yes,  thou  wilt  visit  me. 


THE  LOBE’S  PEAYEB. 

(Pitch  E.*)  Our  Father  which  art  in  heaven,fial- 
lowed  be  thy  name.  Thy  kingdom  come.  Thy  wm  be 
done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven.  Give  us  this  day  our 
daily  bread.  And  forgive  us  our  trespasses,  as  we  for- 
give those  who  trespass  against  us.  And  lead  us  not 
into  temptation,  but  deliver  us  from  evil.  For  thine  is 
the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  for  ever. 

* Let  the  words  be  deliberately,  distinctly,  and  reverently  pronounced  by  a single 
voice,  or  in  unison,  adding  the  Amen  in  harmony  parts,  as  written. 

20 


306 


fallowed  $<mg8,  IKevised. 


THAT  BLESSED  ITAME. 

A SONG  FOE  JEStrS. 


“ Thou  shall  call  his  Name  Jesus  ; for  he  shall  save  his ^eo^le  from  their  sins/* 

F.  C.  Gough. 


1.  Je  - sus,  light  of  rev  - e - la-tion,  Truth  and  soul  of  prophe  - cy ; 


-0~h-k 1 1 1—1 

r-J 1 J- 

H — ’ — ’ — h 

— ) fs — , — n 

-i^  d=3s|— 

=»l- 

— j — s— 5 — 

J 1 

fiP  #* 

Pledge  and  earnest 

of  sal  * va-tion 

-Je  - sus  saves  most  gra-ciously. 

§ -g  s 

f-  -f-  -fr... 

\ tjg-  -g- 

} 1—  I — 

I I i 


Semi- Chorus,  to  each 


T - ■ - ^ ^ -m-  ^ 

Je  - BUS  for  our  resr  cue  came ; To  my  heart  his  Kame  is  near-est. 
z&r.  -B: 


S it m ^ i ^ r-^ ^ !®— 

I ^ — ter  — — * — t*- 


:i!2— [: 


-t — h 


i^allottied  $ong8,  Revised. 


307 


Full  Chorus,  to  each  verse. 


Je-6us,  Name  all  names  a-  bove ; Name  I cherish,  honor,  love ; 


Je  - BUS  will  forsake  us  nev  - er ; Je  - sus  will  I love  for  - ev  - er : 
^ -m-  ^ 


-:g-^-g-i — rj — 


No,  288. 


2 Healing  streams  are  freely  flowing, 

Crimson-tinged,  from  Calvary ; 
Life  and  blessedness  bestowing ; — 
Jesus  saves  so  willingly. 

3 Millions  living,  millions  dying. 

Prove  the  cleansing  reniedy ; 

Life  and  death  are  testifying ; — 
Jesus  saves  efi’ectually. 


4 With  the  Father  interceding, 

Throned  on  high  in  majesty. 
There,  for  us,  his  merits  pleading ; — 
Jesus^ves  immortally. 

5 Coming,  in  the  day  appointed. 

Crowned  and  throned  victoriously. 
Over  all,  as  King  anointed, 

Jesus  shall  reign  gloriously. 


6  Publish  now  to  every  nation. 

Shout  the  tidings  glad  and  free ; 

Trumpet  wide  the  proclamation 
Jesus  saves  eternally. — D.  Dana  Buck.,  D.D. 


308 


fallowed  Revised. 


LOVE  BEYOND  DEGEEE. 

^^This  I did  for  thee^^'  What  hast  thou  done  for  mef^ 

Slow  and  expressive,  Ph^ip  Phillips. 


quickened  from  the  dead.  I gave  my  life  for 


thee,  for  thee;  What  hast  thou  given  for  me,  for 


* Motto  placed  under  a print  of  Christ  on  the  Cross,  in  the  stud}/  of  a German  clergyman. 
It  is  said  mat  Count  Zindeyidorf  was  first  taught  to  love  the  Saviour  by  reading  this  motto. 


i^allowed  ffongs,  Revised, 


309 


RUard, 


=gE 


=SE=i= 


me  ? What  hast  thou  given  for  me,  for  me  ? 

=i^=S=rpg==prrr=g=fz=p^z=f=^= 
=1=— : =t==|»==t=:===|a=  :=b=f»=  I — 


No.  289. 

2  I spent  long  years  for  thee, 

In  weariness  and  woe, 

That  one  eternity 
Of  joy  thou  mightest  know. 

I spent  long  years  for  thee,  for  thee; 

II:  Hast  thou  spent  one  for  me,  for  me?  :1| 


3  My  Father’s  house  of  light, 

My  rainbow-circled  throne, 

I left  for  earthly  night, 

For  wanderings  sad  and  lone. 

I left  it  all  for  thee,  for  thee ; 

11:  Hast  thou  left  aught  for  me,  for  me?  :I1 


4  I suffered  much  for  thee, 

More  than  thy  tongue  can  tell. 

Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  thee  from  hell. 

I suffered  much  for  thee,  for  thee; 

11:  What  dost  thou  heai'  for  me,  for  me?  :11 


5  And  I have  brought  to  thee, 

Down  from  my  house  above. 

Salvation  full  and  free. 

My  pardon  and  my  long.  ^ 

Great  gifts  I brought  to  thee,- to  thee; 

11:  What  hast  thou  brought  to  me,  to  me?:U 


6  Oh,  let  thy  life  be  given. 

Thy  years  for  me  be  spent, 

World  fetters  all  be  riven. 

And  joy  with  suffering  blent. 

Give  thou  thyself  to  me,  to  me, 

11:  And  I will  welcome  thee,  yes  thee ! :H 


810 


l^allowed  ^ongs,  Bevise4. 


THE  PILGRIM’S  MISSION. 

Go  ! work  to-day  in  my  vineyard.’’’* 


Philip  Phillips. 


'zS -is^  z:szi:^zz^; 

1.  Listen  ! the  Mas-ter  be  - seech-eth,  Call-ing  each  one  by  his  name ; His 

2.  Seekthoseof  e - vil  be  - ha  - vior,  Bid  them  their  lives  tg  a - mend;  Go, 

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4 Work  for  the  good  that  is  Highest ; 

Dream  not  of  greatness  afar  ; 

That  glory  is  ever  the  highest, 

Which  shines  upon  men  as  they  are. 

Work,  though  the  world  would  defeat  you ; 

Heed  not  its  slander  and  wjorn  ; 

Hor  weary  till  angels  shall  greet  you 

With  smiles  through  the  gates  of  the  morn. — Cho. 


5 Offer  thy  life  on  the  altar ; 

In  the  high  purpose  be  strong ; 

And  if  the  tired  spirit  should  falter, 

Then  sweeten  t%  labor  Avith  song. 

What,  if  the  poor  heart  complaineth. 

Soon  shall  its  waiting  be  o’er  ; 

For  there,  in  the  rest  which  remaineth. 

It  shall  grieve  and  be  weary  no  more. — Cho. 

Rev.  W.  Morlet  Punshon,  A.M.,  Jan.,  1870. 


812 


:®allowed  Songs,  Beui$e4. 


Responsive  §cripture  Reading. 
Uo.291.  ninety-sixth' PSALM. 

0 sing  unto  the  Lord  a new  song : 

Sing  unto  the  Lord,  all  the  earth. 

Sing  unto  the  Lord^  bless  his  name : 

Shew  forth  his  salvation  from  day  to  day. 

Declare  his  glory  among  the  heathen^ 

His  wonders  among  all  people. 

For  the  Lord  is  greats  and  greatly  to  be  praised: 

He  is  to  be  feared  above  all  gods. 

For  aU  the  gods  of  the  nations  are  idols  : 

But  the  Lord  made  the  heavens. 

Honor  and  majesty  are  before  him : 

Strength  and  beauty  are  in  his  sanctuary. 

Give  unto  the  Lord^  0 ye  kindreds  of  people^ 

Give  unto  the  Lord  glory  and  strength. 

Give  unto  the  Lord  the  glory  due  unto  his  name  : 

Bring  an  olfering,  and  come  into  his  courts. 

0 wcrrship  the  Lord  in  thebeauty  of  holiness: 

Fear  before  him,  all  the  earth. 

Say  among  theheathen  that  the  Lord  rdgneth  : 

The  world  also  shall  be  established  that  it  shall  not  be  moved: 

He  shall  judge  the  people  righteously. 

Let  the  heavens  rejoice. 

And  let  the  earth  be  glad  : 

Let  the  sea  roar,  and  the  fullness  thereof. 

Let  the  field  be  joyful,  and  all  that  is  therein : 

Then  shall  all  the  trees  of  the  wood  rejoice  before  the  Lord ; 

For  he  cometh,  - 

For  he  cometh  to  judge  the  earth : 

He  shall  judge  the  world  with  righteousness y 
And  the  people  with  his  truth. 


;^allowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


313 


TEH  COMMANDMENTS. 


And  Ood  spake  aU  these  words ^ saying  : 

First  Commandment.— Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

We  know  that  an  idol  is  nothing  in  the  worlds  and  that  there  is  none  other  god  but 
one.—l  Cor.  8 r 4. 


Second  Commandment.— Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image,  or 
any  likeness  of  anything  that  is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath, 
or  that  is  in  the  ’water  under  the  earth : Thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to 
them,  nor  serve  them  ; for  I the  Lord  thy  God  am  a jealous  God,  visiting  the 
iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon  the  children  unto  the  third  and  fourth  generation 
of  them  that  hate  me ; and  shewing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that  love 
me  and  keep  my  commandments. 


We  ought  not  to  think  that  the  Godhead  is  like  unto  gold.,  or  silver.,  or  stone.,  graven 
by  art  and  man's  device.— 11  : 29. 

Third  Commandment. — Thou  shalt  not  take  the  name  of  the  Lord  thy  God  in 
vain ; for  the  Lord  will  not  hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  his  name  in  vain. 


, Let  your  yea.,  be  yea  ; and  your  nay.,  nay  ; lest  ye  fall  into  condemnation. — James 
5 : 12. 


Fourth  Commandment. — Remember  the  sabbath-day  to  keep  it  holy.  Six;  days 
shalt  thou  labor,  and  do  all  thy  work : But  the  seventh  day  is  the  sabbath  of 
the  Lord  thy  God ; in  it  thou  shalt  not  do  any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  sou,  nor  thy 
daughter,^  thy  manservant,  nor  thy  maidservant,  nor  thy  cattle,  nor  the  stranger 
that  is  within  thy  gates : For  in  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven  and  earth, 
the  sea,  and  all  that  in  them  is.,  and  rested  the  seventh  day : wherefore  the  Lord 
blessed  the  sabbath-day  and  hallowed  it. 

The  sabbath  was  made  for  man.,  and  not  man  for  the  sabbath.— 2 : 27. 

Fifth  Commandment. — Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother:  that  thy  days  may  be 
long  upon  the  land  which  the  Lord  thy  God  giveth  thee. 

Children^  obey  your  parents  in  all  things  : for  this  is  well-pleasing  unto  the  Lord. — 
Col.  3 : 20. 

Sixth  Commandment.— Thou  shalt  not  kill. 


Whosoever  hateth  his  brother  is  a murderer : and  ye  know  that  no  murderer  hath 
eternal  life  abiding  in  him.—l  John  3 : 15. 

Seventh  Commandment. — Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

Know  ye  not  that  ye  are  the  temple  of  God  f * * ^ If  any  man  defile  the  temple 
of  God.,  him  shall  God  destroy. ^1  Cor.  3 ; 16,  IT. 

Eighth  Commandment.— Thou  shalt  not  steal. 


Nor  thieves.,  nor  covetous.,  nor  drunkards.,  nor  reciters.,  nor  extortioners.,  shall  in- 
herit the  kingdom  of  God.—l  Cor  6 : 10. 

Ninth  Commandment — Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neighbor. 

Let  no  corrupt  communication  proceed  out  of  your  mouth. — ^Eph.  4 : 29. 

Tenth  Commandment. — Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor’s  house,  thou  shalt 
not  covet  thy  neighbor’s  wife,  nor  his  manservant,  nor  his  maidservant,  nor 
his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor  anything  that  is  thy  neighbor’s. 

How  hard  it  is  for  them  that  trust  in  riches  to  enter  into  the  kingdom  of  God  I— 
Mark  10  : 24. 


814 


^allowe4  f ong$,  Bevieed. 


BEATITUDES. 

Blessed  are  the  poor  in  spirit : 

For  theirs  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

Blessed  are  they  that  mourn  : 

For  they  shall  be  comforted. 

Blessed  are  the  meek  : 

For  they  shall  inherit  the  earth. 

Blessed  are  they  that  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  righteousness  : 

For  they  shall  be  filled. 

Blessed  are  the  merciful: 

For  they  shall  obtain  mercy 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart : 

For  they  shall  see  God. 

Blessed  are  the  peacemakers : . . 

For  they  shall  be  called  the  children  of  God.  ' } 

Blessed  are  they  which  are  persecuted  for  righteousness'  sake ; 

For  theirs  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

Blessed  are  they  that  dwell  in  thy  house  : 

They  will  be  still  praising  thee. 

Blessed  is  he  that  considereth  the  poor : 

The  Lord  will  deliver  him  in  time  of  trouble. 

Blessed  is  the  man  that  endureth  temptation : 

For  when  he  is  tried  he  shall  receive  the  crown  of  life. 

The  blessing  of  the  Lord  it  maketh  rich,  and  he  addeth  no  sorrow  with  it 


EEVEBENCE. 


0 come,  let  us  loorship  and  bow  down : let  us  kneel  before  the  Lord  our  maker.  For 
he  is  our  God  ; and  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  sheep  of  his  hand. 
— Ps.  95  : 6, 1. 

God  is  a spirit:  and  they  that  worship  him,  must  worship  him  in  spirit  and  in 
truth.— Jno.  4 : 24. 

The  sacrifice  of  the  wicked  is  an  abomination  to  the  Lord : but  the  prayer  of  the 
upHght  is  his  delight. — Prov.  15  : 8. 

Keturn,  we  beseech  thee,  O God  of  host : look  down  from  heaven,  and  behold, 
and  visit  this  v^ne.— Ps.  80  : 14. 


fallowed  ^ongs,  Revised. 


315 


THANKSGIVING. 


Praise  ye  the  Lord-  Sing  unto  the  Lord  a new  song^  and  his  praise  in  ih£  congre- 
gation of  saints.— 149  : 1. 

Speaking  to  yourselves  in  psalms,  and  hymns,  and  spiritual  songs,  singing  and 
making  melody  in  your  heart  to  the  Lord.— Eph.  5 * 19. 


I will  sing  of  mercy  and  judgment  i unto  thee.,  0 Lord,  will  I sing.—P^.  101  : 1. 
Kejoice  in  the  Lord  alway ; and  again  I say.  Rejoice.— Phil.  4 : 4. 


Sing  unto  the  Lord  with  the  harp  ; with  the  harp,  and  the  voice  of  a psalm.— Ps. 
98  : 5.  ' 


And  I heard  the  voice  of  the  harpers  harping  with  their  harps ; and  they  sung, 
as  it  were,  a new  song  before  the  throne.— Rev.  14  ; 2,  3. 

I will  sing  of  the  mercies  of  the  Lord  forever : with  my  mouth  will  I malce  krwwn 
thy  faithfulness  to  all  generations. — Ps.  89  : 1. 

Praise  him  with  the  psaltery  and  harp ; Praise  him  with  stringed  instruments  and 
organs.  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  praise  the  Lord. 


CONSOLING  PROMISES  OF  CHRIST. 

No.  296. 

Where  two  or  three  are  gathered  together  in  my  name,  there  am  I in  the  midst  of 
them. 

Whatsoever  ye  shall  ask  the  Father  in  my  name,  he  will  give  it  you:  ask  and  ye 
shall  receive,  that  your  joy  may  be  full. 

He  that  endureth  to  the  end  shall  be  saved. 

It  is  your  father’s  good  pleasure  to  give  you  the  kingdom. 

1 go  to  prepare  a place  for  you,  that  where  I am  ye  may  be  also. 

And  I will  give  them  eternal  life,  and  they  shall  never  perish,  neither  shall  any 
man  pluck  them  out  of  my  hands. 

Peace  I wiU  leave  with  you : my  peace  will  give  unto  you. 

They  that  seek  me  early  shall  find  me. 

Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  heard : neither  have  entered  into  the  heart  of  man  the 
things  which  God  hath  prepared  for  them  that  love  him. 


4 


316 


i^allowed  i?ong$,  Revised. 


PAGE 


Abiding  Rest 12 

Alas  I and  did  my 14 

Alleta 91 

All  to  Christ  I owe 296 

A light  in  the  window.  176 

America 298 

Angelshovering 92 

Anvern 259 

Ariel 38 

Arise,  my  soul 31 

Arlington 228 

Autumn 39 

Avon 212 

Aylesbury 273 

Azmon 209 

Balerma 220 

Battling  for  the  Lord. . 160 

Bartimeus 17 

Beatitudes 314 

Beautiful  Cross 42 

Beautiful  Zion 77 

Beautiful  Land  on 200 

Beautiful  Laud 186 

Believer 219 

Be  still,  my  heart 249 

Blessed  Bible 158 

Bless  us  to-night 22 

Boylston 278 

Bo  wring. 26T 

Brown 232 

Bright  Ilome 154 

Calling  us  away 152 

Captivity 248 

Children  of  the 204 

China 227 

Christ  at  the  Wheel. . . 62 
Christ  on  the  Maunt. . 188 


PAGE  I 

Christian  Union 

41  i 

Climbing  up  Zion’s. . . 

124; 

Cling  to  the  Mighty 
One 

ns* 

Cleansing  Fountain. . . 

10 

Coronation 

208 

Come,  Crown  and 

102 

Come,  ye  disconsolate 

33 

Come,  ye  sinners 

35 

Congregational  Chorus 

98 

Consecration  Hymn. . . 

56 

Consoling  Promise... 

315 

Cross  and  Crown 

218 

Conquest 

192 

Dalston 

301 

De  Fleury 

. 60 

Dedham 

230 

Dennis 

284 

Dover 

2S0 

Downieville 

2S5 

Duane  St 

55 

Duke  St 

237 

Eltham 

82 

Enon’s  Isle 

59 

Estis 

302 

Eternal  Life 

11 

Evan 

224 

Even  me 

15 

Evening  Shades 

289 

Evening  Shadows 

148 

Farland 

281 

Federal  St 

257 

Forest 

251 

Forever  with  the 

100 

Fountain 

217 

Frederick 

71 

PAGE 


|Go,  and  tellJesus..  ..  196 
I God  bless  our  native..  299 
God  bless  our  school..  299 

God  is  Love 94 

Golden  Hill 276 

Going  Home 93 

Gratitude 260 

Greenville 49 

Guide  7 

Guide  us.  Saviour 162 

Guide  us,  Shepherd.. . 28 

Hamburg 242 

Hamden 74 

Happy  Day 79 

Happy  Zion 48 

Hartel 243 

Harwell 81 

Hebron 254 

He  leadeth  me 178 

Hendon 294 

Hinton 300 

Horton 292 

Home  of  the  Soul 114 

Homeward 69 

Huntington 275 

I DO  believe 216 

Illinois 245 

I love  to  tell  the  story  184 

I’m  a pilgrim 64 

I’m  kneeling  at  the 136 

Invitation 34 

Ives 68 

I will  sing  for 110 

Jesus  is  here 208 

Jesus  is  mine 45 

Jesus  loves  me 46 


i^allawed  $ong$,  Revised. 


317 


Jesus  paid  it  all 16! 

Jesus  waits  for  thee. . . 9 

Joyfully 172 

Judah 268 

Keep  on  praying 140 

Kentucky 272 

Laban 287 

Lebanon 37 

Lenox 30 

Let  me  go 112 

Love  beyond  degree.  308 

Lisbon 232 

Looking  Home. ......  73 

Love  ones  gone  before  44 

Lord,  revive  us 95 

Lovest  thou  me 290 

Loving-Kindness 75 

Love  Divine 88 

Luther 277 

Luton 258 

Lyons 63 

Macedonian  Cry. 24 

Martyn 291 

Mary  Magdalene 57 

Mear 235 

Migdol 255 

Melody 231 

Merdin 70 

Meribah 26 

Missionary  Hymn 51 

More  like  Jesus 97 

Mount  Vernon 67 

Naomi 210 

Nearer,  my  God 29 

Nearer  my  home 170 

Nettleton 27 

Never  sin  more 198 

New  Haven 23 

Ninety-sixth  Psalm. . . 312 

No  Sorrow  there 54 

Nuremburg 293 

Oak 61 

Oh  I how  I love 19 

Oh  ! why  should 215 

Old  Hundredth 240 

Olive’s  Brow 253 

Olivet 261 

Olmutz 274 

Ortonville 211 


PAGE 


!o  say,  shall  we 121 

Outside  the  gate 130 

Pabk  si 264 

Penitence.  36 

' Peterboro’ 233 

; Pleyel’s  Hymn 288 

Portland 190 

Portugal 266 

Pilgrim’s  Mission.. . . 310 

Rally  round  the  Cross.  156 

Rest 262 

Rest  for  the  weary — 166 

Resolution 214 

Responsive  Scripture.  312 

Retreat 248 

Reverence 314 

Rockingham 256 

Roscoe 221 

Rock  of  Ages 304 

Safe  within  the  vail. . 80 

Scott 213 

Sessions 241 

Shall  we  gather 108 

Shall  we  meet 78 

Shawmut 283 

Shepherd 263 

Shining  Shore 72 

Shirland 286 

Sicilian  Hymn 40 

Siloam 223 

Silver  St  271 

Silverdale. 234 

Soldiers  of  the  Cross..  180 

Stand  up  for  Jesus 84 

Stephens 229 

St.  Martin’s 236 

St.  Thomas 270 

Sun  of  my  soul 269 

Sweet  Hour  of  Prayer.  25 
Sweet  Land  of  Rest. . . 87 
Sweet  Rest 76 

Talmar 85 

Ten  Commandments. . 313 

Thanksgiving 315 

That  blessed  Name. . . 306 

That  will  be  joyful 164 

The  Convert 302 

The  Future  Rest 106 

The  Farther  Shore 83 

The  Golden  Shore 194 


PAGE 


The  Heavenly  Land ...  50 

The  House  upon 142 

The  Land  of  Beulah. . . 174 

The  Living  Well 104 

The  Lord’s  Prayer 305 

The  old,  old  Story. . . . 144 
The  Pilgrim  invited. . . 18 

The  River  of  Life 13 

The  Shining  Way 89 

The  Sweetest  Name..  297 
The  Valley  of  Blessing  132 

The  W orld  is  my 116 

The  Water  of  Life 138 

There  is  an  hour 43 

There  is  joy  for 65 

Thornton 226 

Title  clear 150 

’Tis  blessed  to  give. . . 134 
To-day  the  Saviour. . . . 187 

Unity 66 

Upton 238 

Uxbridge 244 

Vesper 279 

Waiting  by  the  River  21 

Ward 239 

Ware 205 

Warwick 225 

Watch  and  pray 182 

Watchman 53 

Webb 52 

Weep  for  the  Fallen.. . 146 

Wells 252 

We  ’ve  a home  over..  202 

We  shall  sleep 126 

W^hat  are  you  going. . . 168 

Who’s  like  Jesus 96 

Why  not  to-night 8 

Willow-dale 90 

■Will  you  go 86 

Wilmot 295 

Wilt  thou  not  visit 305 

Windham 250 

With  me  abide 20 

Woodland .58 

Woodstock 222 

Woodworth 32 

Work,  for  the  night.. . 120 
Working  for  the 128 

Zephyr 247 

Zion 47 


318 


;^allowe4  $ongs, 


NDEX  OF 


IlYMNS. 


PAGE 


A BEAUTIFUL  land 186 

Abide  with  me 20 

A charge  to  keep 272 

A crown  of  glory 170 

Ah  ! this  heart 73 

Alas  ! and  did  my 14 

All  hail  the  power 208 

Am  I a soldier 228 

And  are  we  yet 284 

And  can  I yet 274 

And  did  the  Holy 218 

And  God  spake 313 

And  may  I still 54 

Arise,  my  soul 31 

Arm  of  the  Lord 258 

Asleep  in  Jesus 262 

As  God  has  kindly * 134 

Awake,  and  sing 270 

Awake,  Jerusalem 268 

Awake,  my  soul 75 

Away  with  our  sorrow 190 

Beautiful  cross 42 

Beautiful  Zion  77 

Before  Jehovah’s 240 

Behold  a stranger 243 

Be  still,  my  heart 249 

Blessed  bible 158 

Blessed  are  the  poor 314 

Bless,  O my  soul 238 

Blest  are  the  sons 286 

Blest  be  the  tie  284 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet 30 

Bright  home  of 154 

Burst,  ye  emerald 70 

By  cool  Siloam’s 223 

Centre  of  my  hopes 91 

Churches  below 41 

Children  of  the. . : 204 

Christ,  the  Lord 294 

Cliiig  to  the  mighty 118 

Come,  come  to  Jesus 9 

CoiTie,  brethren 76 

Cume,  let  us  join 209 

Come,  Holy  Ghoit 236 


PAGE 


Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 286 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly 210 

Come,  humble  sinner 214 

Come,  let  us  tune 238 

Come,  let  us  join  with  one 234 

Come,  said  Jesus’ 292 

Come,  sound  his  praise 270 

Come,  O thou 242 

Come,  thou  fount 27 

Come  unto  Jesus 188 

Come,  ye  sinners  35 

Come,  ye  disconsolate 33 

^EAR  brother 310 

Hear  comrade 192 

Hear  is  the  spot 252 

Hear  refuge 222 

Heem  not  that  they 257 

Hepth  of  mercy 94 

Helay  not 300 

Hid  Christ  o’er  sinners 278 

Hisciples  of  Jesus 116 

Earth’s  stormy  night 90 

Fade,  fade  each 45 

Far  from  these  scenes 275 

Far  from  my  thoughts 256 

Father,  I stretch; 216 

Father  of  love 22 

Forever  here  my 226 

Forever  with  the  Lord 100 

From  all  that  dwell 237 

From  every  stormy 248 

From  Greenland’s 51 

Give  me  the  wings 152 

Glory  to  thee,  my 243 

God  bless  our  native 299 

God  bless  our  schools 299 

God  has  said 162 

God  is  the  refuge 239 

Go  and  tell  Jesiis 196 

Great  God  of 264 

Guide  me,  O thou 74 

’•’Listen,  the  Master  beseeclioth 310 


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Hail  I my  ever  blessed 81 

Hark!  my  soul 290 

Hark,  the  gospel 156 

Hark,  the  herald 294 

Hark,  what  means 40 

Hasten,  Lord  82 

Hasten,  sinner 288 

Hear,  O sinner 34 

He  leadeth  me 178 

Here  will  I ever 281 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful 7 

Ho  I every  one 252 

How  beautious  are 280 

How  blest  the  righteous. 256 

How  blest  the  sacred 260 

How  gentle  God’s 282 

How  happy  every 226 

How  pleased  and 301 

How  pleasant  thus 164 

How  sad  our  state 216 

How  sweet  the  hour 246 

How  sweet  the  name 219 

How  tedious  and 60 

How  vain  is  all 2-^ 

I AM  waiting 21 

I gave  my  life 308 

I have  entered 132 

I hear  the  Saviour 296 

Hove  to  steal  aw'hile 222 

I love  thy  kingdom 277 

I love  to  think 50 

I’m  a pilgrim 64 

I’m  but  a stranger 61 

I’m  kneeling 136 

I’m  not  ashamed 217 

I’m  trying  to 124 

I’m  working  for 128 

I now  have  found 12 

In  mercy,  Lord 224 

I stood  outside 130 

In  the  Christian’s 166 

In  the  cross 17 

I thirst,  thou 260 

1 love  to  tell  the  story 184 

I was  a wandering 37 

I will  sing 110 

I will  sing  you  a 114 

I would  not  live 71 

Jesus,  and  shall 266 

Jesus,  I my 39 

Jesus,  let  thy 36 

Jesus,  light  of 306 

Jesus,  lover  of 291 

Jesus  loves  me 46 


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Jesus,  my  all 55 

Jesus  shall  reign 2il 

Jesuw  the  water 138 

Jesus,  where’er 254 

J oyfully , j oy fully 172 

Just  as  I am 32 

Land  ahead ’ 80  ’ 

Lord,  dismiss  us 49 

Lord,  how  secure 245 

Lord,  I believe 232 

Lord,  I hear 15 

Lord,  in  the  morning 225 

Love  divine 88 

Let  me  go 112 

Listen  to  the  gentle 85 

Long  my  spirit 140 

Majestic  sweetness..; 211 

More  like  J esus 97 

Morning  breaks  upon 295 

Must  Jesus  bear 218 

My  body,  soul 56 

My  country,  ’tis  of 298 

My  days  are  gliding 72 

My  faith  looks  up 23 

My  God,  how  endless 263 

My  God,  the  spring 231 

My  heavenly  home 93 

My  heart  is  fixed 240 

My  latest  sun 174 

My  soul,  be  on 287 

My  soul,  repeat 271 

Naught  of  merit 16 

Nearer,  my  God 29 

O COME,  let  us  worship . 314 

Of  him  who  did  96 

O happy  day 79 

Oh  ! come  to  Jesus 206 

Oh  1 could  I find 210 

Oh  I could  I speak 38 

Oh,  do  not  let 8 

Oh,  for  a closer 235 

Oh,  fora  faith 220 

Oh,  for  a glance 205 

Oh,  for  a heart 221 

Oh,  for  a thousand 208 

Oh,  for  the  death 276 

Oh,  how  happy  are 302 

Oh,  how  I love  Jesus 19 

Oh,  how  sweet  when 44 

Oh,  if  my  house 142 

Oh,  let  not  your 65 

Oh,  that  I could 273 


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Oh,  that  my  load 

Oh,  there  is  a river 

Oh,  what  amazing 

Oh,  what  are  you 

Oh,  when  shall 

Oh,  where  shall  rest 

Oh,  why  should  gloomy. . 

OLord,  thy  work 

Only  w aiting  till 

On  Jordan’s  stormy 

On  the  cross 

On  the  mountain  top 

O sii^  unto  the  Lord. . . . 

Our  Father,  which 

Out  on  an  ocean 

Pilgrim,  burdened 

Plunged  in  a gulf 

Praise  God 

Praise  to  God 

Praise  ye  the  Lord 

Prayer  is  appointed 

Prayer  is  the  soul’s 

Eemember  thy 

Return,  my  soul 

Rock  of  Ages 

Saviour,  like 

Saviour,  visit 

Say,  sinner,  hath 

See,  Israel’s  gentle 

Shall  we  gather 

Shall  we  meet 

Show  pity,  Lord. 

Silently  the  shades 

Sinner,  the  voice 

Sister,  thou  wast 

Softly  on  the  breath 

Soldiers  of  Christ 

Soon  may  the  last 

Sow  in  the  morn 

Stand  up  for  Jesus 

Stand  up,  my  soul 

Stay,  thou  insulted  

Sun  of  my  soul 

Swell  the  anthem 

Sweetest  note  in 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 

Sweet  is  the  work 

Sweet  land  of  rest 

Sweet  was  the  time 

Tell  me  the  old,  old 

That  awful  day 

The  day  is  past 

The  day  of  wrath 


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The  morning  light 

The  pearly  gate 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 

The  praying  spirit 

There  are  angels 

There  is  a fountain 

There  is  an  hour 

There  is  a land 

There’s  a beautiful 

There’s  a light 

These  are  the  crowms 

Think  of  a home  over  there. 

This  is  not  my  place 

Though  troubles  assail ,. 

Thus  far  the  Lord 

’Tis  midnight 

’Tis  religion 

Tb-day  the  Saviour 

To  the  hall  of  the 

Triumphant  Zion 


Watchman,  tell  me 

We  are  out 

Weep  for  the  fallen 

Welcome,  sweet 

We’re  traveling  home 

We  shall  meet 

We  shall  sleep 

We’ve  listed  in 

What  various 

When  I can  read 

When  I survey 

When  on  the  ocean 

When  shall  we  meet 

When  thou,  my  righteous 

W^ien  thy  mortal 

Wnen  we  pass 

When  two  or  three 

Where  do  you 

Whue  life  prolongs 

Who  are  these 

Why  do  we  mourn 

Why  should  our  tears 

Why  should  we  boast 

Why  should  we  start 

Wilt  thou  not  visit 

Work,  for  the  night 

Wouldst  thou  be 

Yes,  let  our. 

Yes,  my  native 

Ye  soldiers  of 

Ye  wretched,  starving 

Zion  stands  with 


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